My daughter's boy passed a week and one day after we got him. I have to assume he was already sick (he was already 2 years old when we got him)
Spaz ... she was sassy, opinionated, feisty and oh so bossy from day one. She owned us and she knew it. Everything went Spazzy's way or no way at all lol
She had perfected the "eat dirt" look by the time she was 5 months old and gave us that look all the time. She had the best side eye and when she was "done" with you, she'd suck one eye in (her version of the teenage eye roll

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If there were something that annoyed her, she didn't mind letting you know all about it
Her favorite thing on Sundays was to either sit in the bay window (if the temp outside was below 75) or have adventures on the back deck/inside the greenhouse ... she loved the Camilla bush at the edge of the driveway the most. She would sit there forever, soaking up the sun and terrorizing the cat on the other side of the window (all 3 of the cats were terrified of Spaz lol)
I have no idea what to do with her house now. What do I do on Sundays at noon? Or every morning before work? No more playing Where's Spaz in the pothos leaves when I get home or getting "mauled" over a hornworm or crickies

I miss my girl so much
