May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
I will confess I have dragged my heels on posting this blog entry.
Two weeks after we said goodbye, I still almost can’t believe that our Tony, our tower of love and gentleness, is gone. I am taking comfort that weeping lasts for a night, but joy comes in the morning. And, someday, we will see Tony again, healthy and whole and as sweet as ever. In the meantime, here is the farewell we bid him for his Special Needs sponsors two weeks ago.
Sometimes it just doesn’t seem fair.
Even when we get “bonus” time, unexpected “extra” time, with a very sick cat like Esme, goodbye still doesn’t seem right or okay when it comes.
Some cats won’t give a scary diagnosis the time of day.
Tabby’s Place is blessed with a wealth of these death-defiers, and perhaps none is more charming, more adorable, or more downright peculiar than our tiny Esme.