Oh, Ashley

You broke our hearts yesterday. We understand though, because not all cats get to live to be almost 19. You gave new meaning to the name Badass. When you were very little you’d climb the drapes and the fireplace bricks. If someone were talking too loudly while you were sleeping on their lap, you’d wake up just long enough to bite a chin, or a nostril, or even an eyelid as if to say “shut the hell up, already.” Remember that time you were bitten by a snake and we stayed up with you all night to see if you’d live? Remember the time I came home and caught you sleeping next to Bridget with your head on her pillow and your arm around her neck as if you were her husband? You even won over Dad. You were a special member of the family and we will miss you.