Forever Loved: Mortimer
He arrived geriatric and intergalactic. He was the patriarch of impossible panache. Mortimer would make no time for mourning, but mere mortals must weep.
Forever loved: Roxy
When you are a tortoiseshell of vast dignity, you are entitled to your secrets. Roxy gave me permission to tell you one: she loved Neil Young.
Forever loved: Cheerio and Captain Crunch
On a cold spring day, we are the world’s vagabonds. We huddle together on the sharp corner of hope. Our begging bowls are empty, and our eyes are full of tears. We’ve lost two kittens.
Forever loved: Crinkle Bob
I don’t typically write eulogies for adopted cats. But there was nothing typical about Crinkle Bob.
Forever loved: Rose
The difference between cats and the rest of us is that we forget what’s inside of us. At best, we think of ourselves as oranges, fragile skin around sweetness. Mostly, we think of ourselves as piñatas, not sure what lies within until the hour hits us. We hope we’re more than a momentary sugar rush. […]
Guest post: A letter from Rose
Beloved Tabby’s Place family, Even in a week of cosmic sorrow, nothing compares to this goodbye. Rose was, is, and will ever be the blooming heart of Tabby’s Place. Our garden is ragged with grief today. To honor all that Rose means to us, we’ll be sending her off in two parts. We begin with […]
Forever loved: Possum
She mattered. The world never knew her. No golden frames contained her face. Her story was as silent as snow. She mattered.
Forever loved: Reese
She was named for a peanut treat, but she was no buttercup. She was sleek as onyx, but she was far more than semi-precious. She was a single piece of the mosaic, but she brought peace far and wide. She was Reese. She was ours. And we were hers.
Forever loved: Allie
When situations go sideways, as situations sometimes do, we tend to assign a certain speed to the process. You’ve heard the phrase a thousand times: “the situation is deteriorating rapidly.” But is it? Why so speedy, situation? Maybe everything is moving as deliberately as one Allie Rosenberg.
Forever loved: Glenn
When the orchestra gathers, trumpets tell tall tales. Astringent oboes wake the sleepers. Fairy flutes carry the story. But it’s the humble, deep-chested cello that makes the world lean in.