The wait is over; the rutabaga has been rutabaga’d.
And, yes, my little root vegetables: yesterday’s mystery miracle was D’Artagnan.
As it was told to his sponsors, so I now present to you his joyful swan song in two parts.
Part One: Tuesday, April 9 (as told by D’Art‘s beloved and besotted correspondent, Karen R)
Dearest D’Art lovers,
As you may know by now, our beloved little gray man has an admirer very, very interested in adopting him. This amazing woman is coming from Canada to meet both D’Artagnan and and Dot. She has a paraplegic kitten of her own, Princess, a.k.a. “Little Meow”, who could be D’Art’s new sister. We all rejoice for this potentially colossal blessing…but the thought of letting go of our beautiful boy is heartbreakingly hard.
I journeyed to Tabby’s recently, to spend time Velcro-ed to D’Artagnan. As always, he was happy to have one of his many human fans wrapped around him. He reached up at one point, with one paw on each side of my neck, in the perfect D’Art hug. I felt my own purrs of joy matching his, just to be holding this wonderful boy.
When we told Princess Dot about D’Art’s possible departure, she greeted the news with her characteristic seeming indifference. But, she allowed him closer and closer, to get her own bits of enjoyment from his constant adoration.
For his part, D’Art was a lover kitty during our last visit, leaving me with a dose of love that I’ll never forget. When I finally got up and let him go, I set him on the floor. I turned to leave, and looked back at him, and he did the same thing, at the same time. I took one more step and turned around, and he did the same thing again. And then, for a third and last time. Finally, I saw his tail, only, sticking out from under a chair, and Iknew it was time for me to go. Knowing D’Art’s incredible spirit is alive and well in the world is such a comfort, but I cannot imagine the Lobby without him. Or my life.
Should this be D’Art’s last column from Tabby’s, it has been my privilege to serve as his voice to all of you. On behalf of D’Artagnan, the mighty gray man, he sends you all his love, always and forever.
Part Two: Wednesday, April 10
It came true.
D’Artagnan’s dream is real. As I type this update, he is en route to his new home – and country! – with his beloved new mom. Just look at them them both beaming with delight.
Traveling 8+ hours from Ontario, D’Art’s new mom and little sister Princess arrived at Tabby’s Place today, hearts bursting with love. Happy hours raced by as the three of them played, loved and got to know one another. There was joy throughout the land.
And then it was time.
It was clear to see that D’Art’s heart was already singing O Canada!. His new Mom has a heart as big as the sky, and D’Art is fully smitten. We silly humans were a mess of tears and hugs and blubbering, but happy-hearted D’Art couldn’t understand all the fuss. His eyes were all splendorous as he passed from one goodbye hug to another. It’s as though he were mystified, wondering, isn’t this good news?
And of course it is.
I can anticipate that you may be worried about the Bacall to D’Art’s Bogie: Dot. As if to reassure us that she’ll carry on just marvelously, Dot made quick work of her own goodbye. It was an instant of nose-to-nose sweetness, then, in typical Dot fashion, a scoot directly into her “house” and away from him. Our independent little tabby woman will be just fine.
And D’Art? “Fine” doesn’t begin to describe it. Ah my friends and ooh my foes, I hope you’ll sit back and drink in the miracle you’ve been part of. It was only 10 months ago that D’Art was a wounded grey smidgen, languishing on the roadside. In the not-too-distant past, veterinarians said he would have no quality of life.
And now he has a life without limits.
In his new life, new love and new nation, our little Canadian will carry your love and faithfulness all of his happy days. Thank you from the depths of my heart for making this possible.