Lola – Forever Loved
One year ago this past Tuesday, Lola arrived at Tabby’s Place with her two “sisters,” Mia and Lilac. All three cats came to us through the Guardian Angel Program when their beloved human mamma had passed away.
One year ago this past Tuesday, Lola arrived at Tabby’s Place with her two “sisters,” Mia and Lilac. All three cats came to us through the Guardian Angel Program when their beloved human mamma had passed away.
This is one of the hardest posts I’ve ever had to write, because it means Dusty is no longer with us, and I lost one of my best friends.
You can cram a lot of starshine into three and a half years. That doesn’t mean three and a half years is anywhere near enough.
I wish, with all my heart, that I did not have to write this post. Our beloved Lily has left this world.
Around one year ago a sweet and quiet grey and white girl arrived at Tabby’s Place. She was kinda shabby looking and had a large lump on her rear leg.
This is the kind of post that wrecks and wracks a heart to write. I am grateful beyond words that Yasmine‘s longtime love, volunteer Larry, took on the unenviable labor of love to write this goodbye. Thanks to Larry for his words and the first two photos of sweet Yasmine below.
The entire year we had with Chance was a gift, a “bonus.” He wasn’t “supposed to” have had a whole new life at the age of…well, we can only guess somewhere between 12 and 800. That last, “bonus” year was the sweetest, and not just for Chance. His passing has left a tremendous, loud-meowing void.
Ben arrived at Tabby’s Place a little over 18 months ago with his sister Geri. Both Ben and Geri had been living outside for most of their lives and they were feral to say the least. Geri was fiercely protective of Ben and would guard him with her own body, flying, teeth and claws bared, […]
I will confess I have dragged my heels on posting this blog entry. Two weeks after we said goodbye, I still almost can’t believe that our Tony, our tower of love and gentleness, is gone. I am taking comfort that weeping lasts for a night, but joy comes in the morning. And, someday, we will see […]
Saying goodbye to a cat never feels right. But sometimes it feels distinctly unfair. So it was with Cleo.