Paloma was a beautiful and affectionate cat.  She was more than a cat, more like a little furry human.  She could sense how I felt at any time and be there for me more than any human being.  She made me laugh and at times scared me because I was always afraid she hurt herself.  In old age, she was more lively than I could ever imagine.  She waited for me when I came home and waited for me to wake up in the mornings.  She followed me everywhere and even talked (meowed) to me constantly.  It was like having a friend to talk to and be around that spoke another language.  She learned to watch television with me.  Sometimes it seemed as if she was more interested in what was on than I was.  With out her around, the house seems empty and desolate.  She warmed my heart and the heart of others that had the opportunity to meet her.  She will always live in my heart and no other will compare.  I love her and want her to know that I will never forget the times we shared.