I was watching a TV program and Pretty crawled up into my lap and snuggled with me, leaning against my propped up legs and squirming and turning to lean up against my belly/chest. I was petting and scrubbling her and she was purring and enjoying it....
She reached a paw towards my face and meowed like she would do to Dusty when she loved on him.
I couldn't help it, I just started crying quietly. I told her: "I miss him, too, Pretty."
I enjoy the closeness I am sharing with her now, but I still feel bad it is at the expense of having lost our Dusty kitty. I am not sure I am ever going to get over how quickly he was taken from me. I pulled out my disc of old photos and found some of Dusty and he and Pretty's litter of kittens. Surprisingly, they ALL looked like Dusty; long fur, chocolate-y brown and no white markings. I had to learn to tell them apart by face/muzzle/body shape.
Here are all four, left to right, Bella, Bonnie, Tabby and Leo:
When I first trapped them and brought them in:
Leo on the left and Tabby front/right:
Front to back, Bella, Leo and Tabby: