Forever Loved: Theodosia
How can I welcome people to Tabby’s Place without your help, Theodosia? You were my co-conspirator, my hidden pearl, and the other half of my comedy duo. The much better half.
How can I welcome people to Tabby’s Place without your help, Theodosia? You were my co-conspirator, my hidden pearl, and the other half of my comedy duo. The much better half.
Not every cat is big enough to carry the name “Moo Moo.” But for two years, we were graced with a giant.
How lucky I am to have had someone who makes saying goodbye so hard. My heart may be shattered (again), but the pain is worth it. She was worth it.
She was not polished, but she shone. She was not fancy, only perfect. She went by Silver, but her heart was solid gold.
I have worked in animal rescue for over 23 years, and I genuinely mean it when I say I love each and every animal that crosses my path. Sometimes, however, one just hits your heart even harder and you know they belong with you.
The smallest trees can hold the sweetest nests. With no fanfare or bluster, one little olive tree sheltered many birds.
Every face on Earth is a face you could love, given enough time. But there are faces so kind, love outruns time.
A great sadness has fallen over Tabby’s Place. The cat who lived and loved beyond limits has crossed beyond our sight.
At Tabby’s Place, we live from the heart. We are so close to life, we can’t shield ourselves from death. We are so familiar with death, we can’t take life for granted. We are so sure of “forever,” we learn many meanings for “home.”
How do we do this? I understand why people ask. If we can answer, maybe we can be ready next time. We can wrap that answer in a handkerchief and carry it in our pockets. The next time sadness is taller than we are, we can grasp that answer like a key, or an EpiPen, […]