Goodbye to the best nap buddy and most beautiful black kitty I could know.

Bibi played fetch and understood cause and effect. She once damned near flooded out the apartment playing with the toilet handle (she could see the flapper valve lever move up and down, because the back part the toilet had no cover.)

My mum called her a “naughty little pickle.”

She would be beside me every morning, sometimes chewing on my finger (”you taste like fud, get me fud.”)

If I was sitting anywhere in this house, she would eventually be beside me, waiting for scrttches. She had a wonderful purr.

She had been diagnosed with lung cancer. She was sad and her appetite had gone and she knew that it was close to the end. I chose to let her go and not extend her life artificially. She passed away peacefully. It was the hardest choice I have ever made and was unbearable.

There is a Bibi sized hole in my home and heart right now. Dory is sad (tawny cat in the photos below.) They were best pals and we were so close together.

This is hard and I want to never forget what a loving, affectionate cat she was.

My heart and Dory's will eventually heal. But it will take a long time.

Bibi was beautiful and a one of a kind.

Goodbye my sweet beautiful Bibi.