{Memories of Jingles}

When I was a littel girl living on our farm in northern Minnesota I had a little cat named Jingles. She had white booties on all her paws and a white chest like you see here. I loved her so much. We were friends from first sight. She was a little orphan and I remember her the first day I set eyes on her. My Grandma Marlene came up in her big blue beater truck. It was a beautiful sunny summer day with the wind blowing through the sycamore branches. It made a lovely low "wooshing" sound as it went by. Whenever I hear it now it sends chills up my spine. Well, any way, my Grandma opened up her door and in the crook of her arm was this little kitten. From that moment on I had found my kindred spirit. We went everywhere together. I named her after her little blue jingling collar that had a little silver bell on it. She was about two years old when she got hit by a car. I will never forget the day when my dad called from work and told me that he had seen her on the side of the road. We both had a tearfull burial for her that afternoon when he got back. She was such a sweet heart. I adored her. I was looking for a picture that was similar of her and found this one on the internet today. It's exactly what she looked like. Do any of you have any sweet memories of your first loved pets? I would love to here them!