For the one who has departed, remember the joy, the laughs, the funny looks, the fur, the wake-ups early in the morning, the nibbles. Her running away from people, and her appreciating things, people, tickles and strokes. Everything. Remember her as a baby. As a teen. As a grumpy old girl. As your friend.
She hasn’t and won’t forget you. She looks down upon you now.
Snoozing on a cushion.