My beautiful girl

My beloved Harley crossed the Rainbow Bridge one week ago tonight, just about this time. She was my lap cat, my head-butter and the one who crawled under the covers with me. She walked on my face to wake me up and chewed on my hair when I sat on the couch. She fought with me every time I clipped her nails... except the last time. That's when I knew she was sick. Five days later she was gone.

She is survived by her sister, Sierra.

I am heartbroken.