My first kitty
This about the firs cat I ever had. Her name was Pepper, and she was a delicate little long hair of white with spicy orange patches. I got her at 10; she lived a feat life, hardened by the dogs that came and went through the woods we lived in. There was a family problem, and my mom didn't want me to bring her when we (all but my dad and 1 younger sis) ended up moving a few states away (I was 17 then). So a year later when my dad and sis moved up to the new location, they had given my cat to a family down the road. I heard she died a few years later... My mom said she was loved and happy. But I cannot believe it was as good as she was used to), and am still haunted by the belief that she died wondering where I was. I tell myself, and sometimes believe, that she knows my devotion now that she's in the clouds, or in another kitty somewhere. She had a real kitty spirit, so regal and affectionate, so I think she would come back as another cat, often!
I am at peace with it now (I am 33...) and just wanted to talk about it and Pepper. I love her forever! (If I can find a pic I will come back and post it here.)