Goodbye sweet girl

The best, most affectionate, most beautiful kitty in the world is gone. I had to say goodbye to her before she started to suffer.

She is buried in the back yard of good friends, under a young magnolia tree. There is a rose in the grave with her, and one on the fresh mound of earth.

I am so sad I can hardly breathe.

If Ariel does not run up to me ~ chirping a greeting and purring her wonderfully warm, loud purr ~ when I knock on heaven's door, then I don't want to go there. Send me to the other place.