This post is dedicated to my lovely Audrey. I named her after Audrey Hepburn when I was 19.
We spent 11 wonderful years together.
I called her my baby girl in a high-pitched voice saved just for her. She would run to me and if she was really happy to see me she would hop like a bunny. I whispered her name and she would look at me with those slightly crossed eyes - thanks to her streak of Siamese.
She was my partner in crime. I remember crying into her fur when I was in despair, or rolling her onto her back like a baby to kiss her tummy for no reason at all. She traveled with me from Downey, to Eureka via plane, then Bakersfield in a car, Atlanta in a plane and back to LA. She never got used to traveling. Even when I plied her with drugs, she fought like a lion and cried the entire time. The moment we would set foot in our new home, she was fine and back to her old happy, chill self.
In recent years, I called her my snow tiger, because in our wilderness of a backyard, she looked like a white tiger roaming the hills. She was happiest when she was outside & would roll in the dirt or fetch me a big fat mouse as a gift.
I guess now is the point when I must say what happened to her. (I am a reporter after all & I'd wonder too.) She disappeared & I'm sure either an animal took her away or she passed in peace. In reality, she was as healthy as a horse so I believe I know what really happened.
I miss my Audrey dearly.
Yes, that's Simba looking jealously at the first daughter giving me her Audrey eyes... :)