First, the backstory. When Angel Tara went to the Bridge, Mommy packed up all of her things to put in a memory box. They were "hers" and the next kitty in Mommy's life (who turned out to be me!) would get new things all her own.
But the day I came home Mommy had forgotten one thing...she hadn't gotten me any food dishes yet, so she went into Tara's box and pulled out the one that had been her dry food dish. (It had already been put away for quite awhile since Tara could no longer eat kibble following her diabetes diagnosis.)
Over the last (almost) two years, that dish and I have shared a lot of great meals together. Here we were in happier days:
You may have noticed by now that I'm speaking of the dish in past tense. That's because this happened:
Mommy was cleaning the kitchen sink and somehow managed to knock my dish off the counter onto the floor. It didn't stand a chance. I was shocked and horrified when I saw what had happened:
Now it's back in Tara's memory box...in pieces :(