2/1/2011 - 6/20/2020Ferlie Ann "Peanut" Jones,

Some time has passed since you left us, but not a day goes by that I don't think of you.

When I lie down at night, I imagine you hopping up on the bed, slinking over to curl up in my arms or sleep on my side. When I'm working in the basement, I picture you following me around with your poofy tail, smashing into my legs demanding affection. I expect to see you in your usual sleeps spots–for me to wake up and have your loss be a bad dream.

But reality sets in. Your little body couldn't fight anymore.

There's an emptiness I feel and will likely always feel without you around. We had a bond unlike anything I've ever known. We truly loved and understood one another. Even when you were being extra naughty, I forgave you the second you'd curl up in my arms and press your nose into my neck, purring oh so loudly. I'd give anything to experience it one more time.

For now, I'll remember you fondly. Laugh about how you'd lick the walls for hours, driving your dad and I insane. Remember your quirks and sweetness. There will never be another you, and I'll carry that love with me for the rest of my days.

I love you, sweet girl. Rest easy.
Marlie RifeHighland Park, IllinoisJuly 28, 2020
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