Forever Loved: Shirley
Saints and angels come in all stripes. One of the bravest was a brown tabby.
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Was he just too small to make it? Were we just too small to save him? Or is love larger than the questions grief can’t answer?
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.