It’s been more than three years now that I had to let Ruby go, and I still miss her every day. I’m grateful I have eight years of Ruby’s Reflections on this site to comfort me and remind me of some of the cute things she did, and I love sharing the memories with you.
I recently came across a post Ruby “wrote” about what she would do if she had thumbs, and it made me smile as I remembered my precious girl. I hope it’ll bring you smiles, too.
Click here to read Ruby’s Reflections: If I Had Thumbs.
I tear-up when I read your posts, but I love remembering your sweet Ruby. They are forever by our sides. And I always remember the little good-night ritual you describe in your book about Buckley. They are all so precious–always!
Aww, that’s so sweet that you remember that ritual from Buckley’s Story!
Aww sweet Ruby.
here is the commercial, if you haven’t seen it —
That was a cute post. Our cats could do so much if they had thumbs. Maybe they could even scoop their own litter box. 😉
Ha! Now there’s a thought!
I bet they would protest it. Just like my husband does when I ask him to clean his bathroom. I always end up doing it in the end. LOL!
You know I have had cats all my 66 years of living and I still miss them. They were always there when I need them. Sometimes I miss them more than the people that have passed
I still miss my Jake after three years.Even more than my dear old mum unfortunately. He was my sleeping companion and joyful company in general.Bit hard to explain but it is what it is.
What a cute post by Ruby. She should have watched more of the cat YouTube videos because I have seen videos of cats and dogs opening doors, and many things. I am sure if you had left your laptop on more times she would have learned how to do these things because Ruby was so smart.
I don’t think it’s uncommon to miss your cat more than a parent. I miss my mom and dad, but I’ve always had a much harder time with losing one of my cats than I did when they passed. Losing the unconditional love and daily companionship of a cat results in a very different kind of grief from that of losing a parent.