Memories of Marjorie
Marjorie was the most beautiful ginger thing.
I adored her. She has been my best friend since I adopted her 8 years ago and has helped me through some really tough times.
She would kiss me on my face and leave slobber all over me, punch me in the face when she wanted food or love and settle on my back or shoulder and refuse to get off, drink out if my cups and for 8 years I have been covered in ginger fur. How I wish now that I had her slobber on my face and ginger fur all over my clothes. I am devastated and I miss her horribly. All I want is a cuddle with my Marjie and to hear her scratchy meow again. And to sings songs at her, replacing words in songs for the name Marjie.
Her favourite thing was to be tickled and scratched on her bald chin, it was the last thing I did for her. She also loved tuna, which, up until I knew she was terminally ill, I limited. But she enjoyed a lot of it in her last days and it was her last meal.
Marj, I hope that, wherever you are, there is tuna. I love you so much you stinky little thing.