|Chucky and I in our matching hats|
My childhood cat, Chucky Tommy (named after the Rugrats), died a little over a year ago. He was fifteen, riddled with cancer, and senile. He was a great playmate growing up. I would dress him in doll dresses, push him in doll strollers, put him in doll cribs. He got forgotten in a hamper once. He slept on my head like a turban every night. I'd carry him around the house, he would wrap his legs around me and wrap his tail around me like a monkey. He never once tried to destroy the Christmas tree, but he did enjoy sitting under it on the velvet tree skirt my mom made. This Christmas my mom found the little Santa hat I'd always put on him this time of year. Seeing it brought me to tears. I miss him dearly.
|(From left to right) Stella, Frankie, me, and Chucky|
|I made this after Frankie died and paid to have it made into a sticker|
that I put on my RAV 4
Olivia's joy is contagious, I can't wait for her to open her gifts tomorrow morning. But I know seeing her with her new toys will remind me of Frankie with her possum. I miss carrying Chucky around wearing our matching Santa hats. I miss Stella's watchful eye while we opened presents, and then she would sneak up when you weren't looking and steal the things she liked.
I love you babies, and I miss you so much. Merry Christmas, I know you're all celebrating together in heaven.
|Stella and Chucky|
Chucky would sit with Stella when she wasn't feeling well
|Chucky licking his foot haha|
|Stella, Frankie, and I before my high school freshman|
|Frankie (the rippling in her forehead is a scar. She|
got kicked in the head by a deer and had something
like 30+ pieces of her skull wired back together.
She made it though it.)