I adopted Zoe from an ad in the paper. She was the runt of the litter and the last one to go. She was so tiny. A brown and black shorthair tabby with white toes, muzzle and tummy. Her full grown weight was a mere 6 pounds. She lived to be 19 years & 7 months. For almost half my life this sweet tempered, funny, cute, soft bundle of fur brought me unconditional love, comfort through the tough times and beloved companionship. She was a talker and blabbed non-stop. She liked to give my nose a little love bite and rub her face over my things, marking this humble human with her own scent, letting other cats know that I was hers alone. She was a one-person cat and she was at my side at all times when I was home. Zoe had green, green eyes and she would sit and stare at me as if she couldn't get enough of just looking at her mom. Zoe and her pal Lucy, (a medium-haired torty), would romp around and groom each other and I know that Lucy misses her little buddy, too. It's only been a few days since she's been gone and the ache in my heart is beyond words. I hope that someday we will be reunited and she can curl up in my arms again, purring and snuggling to get as close as can be. I miss my little Zozo so much, but I know she isn't suffering and that she will always live in my heart. Good-bye, little friend. Mommy loves you. xoxoxo