I remember when I first got Furball.  I got her from a friend that was moving away when I was 8 years old.  She was just a tiny kitten all fuzzy and sweet.

Furball watched me grow up...moved into my first home with me...slept with me religiously...waited for me to come home from work...ate my manwich..and brought me numerouse mice.  When I moved to another state I left her with my mom because she was so old I was afraid to move her.  I got to see her a few days before she died and she was trying to get into my lap so, I picked her up and loved her.  I didn't know it was going to be for the last time.  My mom called me at work and I got to say good bye to her...she purred a little then gave a small meow then passed away.

I have never had any other cats since I have left home that have the personality that my Furball did. 

I love you and miss you Furball...there will never be another like you.