Yesterday marked one full dance around the sun since Grady left us.
Yesterday marked one full dance around the sun since Grady left us.
Has it gotten easier? I know you’ll understand that the answer is yes and no.
…when a serious, loving, seriously-loving family comes to visit one of our quirkier, “less-adoptable” cats once, then twice, then a third time.
…or when one of the most terrified cats I’ve ever known purrs - purrs!! - in a human’s presence.
…or when even our never-one-to-whitewash-the-truth veterinarian concedes that the improbable, the too-wonderful-to-hope-for, the miraculous, may be the true.
I don’t want to write this blog post.
I don’t want to have a reason to write this post. I’m not ready for that reason, and don’t expect I would have been ready next week, or next month, or next year.
But Grady was ready this morning. Our love, our Grady-bug, the snuggle bunny of my heart and the striped angel of the Tabby’s Place reception desk, left this earth around 10:30 am today.