I was asleep on the couch, and Maggie was lying on top of me, and I had my arm around her, cradling her to me. My other arm was cradled as well.
When I awoke, Woody commented on my sleep position, saying I thought I was holding Maggie in both arms. I told him I was holding Stinkerbelle. He didn't understand what I was saying ... in my dreams, I held not only Maggie, but I was also cradling my long lost Stinkerbelle Stanley.
After a year and a half, she is still so present with me, every day. There have been times when I've looked at Maggie across the room, and saw my Stinky sitting there. I close my eyes for a moment, then look again to see my beautiful little Maggie.
Stinkerbelle waits at the Rainbow Bridge for me. In the meantime, little Maggie The Cat is here to keep me company, and love me just as Stinker did, will all her little putty heart. In return, I will love her just as I loved Stinkerbelle Stanley ... with all my heart.
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| Stinkerbelle Stanley |
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| Maggie The Cat |
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