16 years ago a stray kitten showed up at my house.
My son and I would sneak her into the house while my husband was at work. My husband said he didn't want a cat in the house. Well,the kitten stayed. We called her Puddy. She was very smart. I would tell here to go lay down on her bed, she would.
My son taught her to knock over pop bottles. Puddy was more that just a cat, she was my best friend. When my husband died, she was there for me and always made me smile.
This morning when I woke up to go to work, I had to make that sad decision to put her to sleep. She was a great friend to our family. She was truly one of a kind. I will miss her with a smile on my face and wonderful memories.