The old tabby jumps on the bed, and stumbles some. To be expected, she was down to three legs. She head-butts me awake, purring and kneading. I try to figure out if she wants food, or morning cuddles first.

Being too tired to move, (why does she have to wake me at 6am in my day off?) I decide it’s morning cuddles time. More purrs. I missed my tabby, thought I had lost her. But she is, like nothing at all have changed.

My alarm goes off. I groan, and hit the snooze button. I hear purrs, get a paw in the face. It’s Riley, and he is defiantly looking for food. I sigh, and give him some ear scratches. Morgan has been gone for a few months now, but she still visits me some in my dreams.