In Loving Memory

I wonder what will happen to the being that once lived in my house for so long. I miss her running around the house. The four legged family member always comes back in my memories. Her beautiful gray and black fur, the way she materializes by the food bowl when one piece of food is in the air to land into the bowl, and the way she used to sit into my lap. Never have I forgotten her. She seems to still follow me to the garage. She always comes to my mind. For some unknown reason I can still hear her meow on Halloween. Never before has a cat left a mark on my life as Sparkplug did.