I very nearly titled this post, “Cat knows not her time.” On second thought, however, perhaps she does.
Every once in a great while, you feel the tectonic plates of life shift. It may start with a groan or a whimper, but the next thing you know the continents are different, and there are mountains where oceans once stretched. I am, of course, talking about cats.
Every once in a while, someone comes along who steals your heart in about 2 seconds, and you know you’ll never be the same again. Sometimes that someone is a tiny 4-week-old kitten.
Eras end. Chapters close. But sometimes we just can’t brace ourselves for the turn of the page.
These are always very hard for me to write, as it means I have lost a good friend.
Today we remember. We remember battles and sacrifices, blooming in fields of freedom. We remember the quiet heroics of another species of warrior.
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.