Bryan&Melissa

Begonia lept into my life October of 1997. She weighed maybe 2 pounds, didn’t know cats were supposed to “hunt”, and had no sense of balance – always falling off the back of the couch.

She was a wonderful kitty. She always has energy, loves to play – when she was younger I’d catch her climbing the curtains when she forgot I was home. A favorite playtime thing when she found you in the kitchen – getting rolled up in the floormat like a fruit roll-up. Well mannered, didn’t really beg, she was the pretty girl who would cozy up on the couch to watch you go about your day.

Eleven years later, my future husband moved in. He was allergic to my furry friend who snuggled me all night through. We tried keeping the house clean and windows open to help keep her dander down, but he was REALLY allergic. After over a year of us trying all these things, he went to the doctor to get tested. Turns out, Bryan is super allergic to cats and living in such close proximity with one was only making it worse.

A few times, Bryan would wake up with his throat swollen. The doctor assured him it wasn’t threatening, but still, would you want to live like that?

Last fall, Begonia moved to my dad’s. I am still sad about my kitty moving out. Sometimes I wake up in a dream-state and can feel her snuggled into the crook of my knees. I miss her finding us on the couch and coming in between us for some attention, or how she’d wander around talking to me.

I love you, Boo.

Furry-belly Boo on our bed

Boo checking herself out