R.I.P. Charlotte

 You were the sweetest, strangest little cat I ever had.  You came to us on your own, walking through the door one cold night just before Christmas and demanding a place in our home and in our hearts, which of course you got because you always got what you demanded in tribute.  That's just the kind of kitty you were.  I don't know what happened.  You were never sick.  You never showed any signs of being ill.  But when we came home last night and I couldn't find you, I went looking.  When I found you on the floor of Sarah's closet, I thought you were sleeping.  It looked like you had just curled up there for a nap. But your spirit was gone, leaving just your body behind.  

We're going to bury you in the backyard later today, next to Dylan.  I know you didn't always get along too well in life, but maybe now the 2 of you can watch over the ones you left behind.  Kimba and Thomas miss you both, and so do we.

You were such an affectionate cat, but always on your terms.  I guess that's how you left.  I wish I could stop crying.

Rob said that you had "kitty presence" and he was right.  You always did.

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