Forever Loved: Lacey
There’s a hole in the world today. If you trace the outline, that hole has many colors, many toes…and it’s being filled to the brim with too many tears.
Sonnets don’t stop
Jonathan said something both ironic and profound this week. Actually, he said many such things. But the particular Rosenberg koan that comes to mind today is this: “We gotta put a moratorium on death.”
Forever Loved: Bonnie
We were just talking about Bonnie. We were just saying, “She looks good! I mean, she looks terrible, but she still looks good. Bright eyes, bright spark, still eating, still beautiful.” Always beautiful. Always loved. But, as of this afternoon, no longer within our grasp.
Forever Loved: Casper
This is a post I never wanted to have to write. This is a post I “should,” “rationally,” have been long prepared to write.
She was a genius, genius
The world is a little less hairy today. Tabby’s Place is mourning the passing of one Ms. Claudette.
To love at all
At Tabby’s Place today, we were discussing matters of an actuarial nature. This is as exciting as it sounds. Actuarial questions include, “How long can a cat with Disease Z be estimated to survive?” and “What are the projected expenses for the duration of Average Cat X’s life?” Actuarial angst ultimately boils down to, “How […]
Forever loved: Into the grey
It’s been said that it’s harder to make people laugh than to make them cry. Lady Grey and Babs deserve high honors for having made us do both.
The quick and the dead
I intended this to be a happy-clappy post about adopted Tabby’s Place veterans. I anticipated making cracks about Doritos-flavored Mountain Dew and Oreo Churros. But once again, we’re betwixt and between the quick and the dead. Grizzled, glorious Sylvia has left this earth.
Guest post: Forever Loved: Beatrice
Editor’s note: Yesterday morning, Tabby’s Place was rocked by the passing of longtime resident Beatrice. Volunteer Larry, who perennially referred to Beatrice in his Texas drawl as “mah sweetheart,” was so kind as to pen the following tribute.
Forever Loved: Hootz
The world is a little less weird today, a little less explosive, a little less giddy and grand. We’ve lost the phenomenon known as Hootz.