She was known by many names throughout her life. Big Mama turned into Bubba, then fondly Bubbs, Bubsy, Bubbers…from the moment we met, she was happy, chatty, and took care of everyone around her. She preferred to be with people and other animals, giving kisses, asking for belly rubs, and encouraging time to relax and enjoy togetherness. If anyone sat down for a moment, she vocally charged over to join, wanting to be close for a cuddle, a rough rub, or snooze. She was excited to see people, and made everyone feel special with the amount of love she exuded. Bubbs gave hard body rubs on everything she walked by, and exercised a heavy flop when it was time to lay dawn. She eagerly pushed her face into any hand, giving licks, showing her affection and enjoyment. She was a strong, large, independent type, mixed with a soft heart and unwavering kindness. She was a teacher of what presence and joy can be, and how to live from a generous heart.
Her life was full of love and purrs, and a final breakfast of tuna juice. She loved everyone, more than any cat I’ve known. And she sure loved sleeping hard. I miss the feel of her face pushing into my palm, and her warm, sturdy body on the bed, tucked in to be close and cozy. The sound of her happy banter and snores will be missed and always cherished.
I’ll love you forever, Bubba.