Mercy for Marigold
“I’m at the emergency vet with Marigold.” “She’s declining.”
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Perhaps you know about honeysuckle. One summer day, you felt small under the sky, out in the elements of this beautiful, terrible world. That’s when it hit you. Before your brain had time to guard your heart, the scent of a flower filled your senses. There was honeysuckle in the air. Something good was growing […]
You were here. That is the reason Willie is here. That is the only reason Willie is here. And now, for just a little while, the Linda Fund is here.
If you could see the face of everyone you have yet to love, would you want that preview? If you knew how much love would ask of you, would you choose it anyway?
Oh, Tabby’s Place family! Every cat is galloping with gratitude like never before, because … YOU DID IT!!! But this begs a question. What have you done?
Every cat at Tabby’s Place is fervently favored. One was Farvently Farvored. No, Officer, I have not been drinking while blogging. Well, no, I can’t exactly walk a straight line. But I can explain.
It is universally accepted that every cat speaks fluent French and Klingon. Their Italian is more limited. So they will need our help with this one. Ready, amici? What is the true meaning of “Affogato?”
“Up ahead they’s a thousan’ lives we might live, but when it comes it’ll on’y be one.” ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath “MY ONE LIFE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” ― Steinbeck Rosenberg
At fifty-five miles an hour, you would scarcely see her. Was that a cat, or someone’s discarded sweatshirt? Was there breath in that bundle, or just speckles and bones? The world drives too fast. Only love is slow enough to see the sparkle.