I have 2 cats on my back and one in my arms as I lay in bed. The ones on my back if I move they will wait till I settle down than lay back on me. The one in my arms is laying on her back like a baby and is softly patting my face as she plays with my hair. She is mentally challenged but she shows her love by her gently pats to my face and needing of the hugs. The otger two show it by how they take care of the one in my arms though neither of them is it's mother.
Cats know and give love. Just they only share it with the very select few.
My cat would lie next to me for hours, purring softly with her eyes closed, resting and feeling completely and utterly safe and content. Whenever I'd walk into a room, she'd meow happily, stand up, and walk over to greet me. When I got home from school she waited by the door. I had her for 13 years. She was the best cat I ever had and I held her as she died. She looked up at me into my eyes and meowed one last time before she passed away. I know she was telling me a final time that she loved me. I miss her so much
I'm sorry, love! It makes me cry, too. She was a huge part of my life and now that she's gone, it's simply not the same any more. I try not to dwell on it, but sometimes your brain decides to force you to think about all the good times you had together, all the cuddles and snuggles, all the purrs and soft meows.
That's when I cry the hardest, knowing I will never have that again. Knowing that I will miss her forever makes it hurt that much more.
Cats know and give love. Just they only share it with the very select few.
That's when I cry the hardest, knowing I will never have that again. Knowing that I will miss her forever makes it hurt that much more.