My heart is aching. I suppose the loss of a 21-year-old cat shouldn’t be a shock, but I was in no way prepared to lose Tabby’s Place’s reigning “elder statescat,” the unsinkable Hillary.
Volunteer Larry, who has been devoted to his “sweetheart” Hillary for years now, was kind enough to pen this tribute to our irrepressible, unforgettable girl.
For every cat adorer, there’s that one cat who started it all. This December we had to say a gut-wrenching goodbye to one of the great ones. There are no words for how much I miss this little pixie of a cat, and I am far from alone. As Erin was the cat who started his Tabby’s Place journey, huge-hearted Tabby’s Place volunteer Larry was the perfect one to pen her tribute.
We presently have a litter of kittens named after members of the Dave Matthews Band, who would surely appreciate this post’s title - but it isn’t about them.
No, it’s about the way a terrified cat’s under-the-couch-time can be time well spent.
Every so often a profound bond grows between a person and a Tabby’s Place cat. Volunteer Joyce and gentle Albert were the epitome of such a bond. As his Special Needs correspondent and his cherished friend, Joyce was a sweet constant in Albert’s life. Albert left this world last week. We thought it only right that Joyce should pen his tribute here.
We’ve already established that you don’t mess with Tex.
Apparently, you don’t make him wait very long for an adopter, either. It hasn’t even been a month since Tex moseyed into a Tabby’s Place suite, and he’s already the king of his own ranch, er, forever home.
One of the blessings of life with the cats is loving the people who love them.
Holly is one such gem.
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