People collect all sorts of things. Thimbles. Baseball cards. Statues of Frodo Baggins. Dust. Vintage hats. Vintage cats.
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.
OK, prayerful people, this post’s for you. Actually, this post’s for Lola. Today, she needs you.
There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place. That’s true in at least two senses.
There’s just no way to make this easy. You’d think that, if there was such a thing as a “good death” or an “easy goodbye,” we’d have found it at Tabby’s Place by now. But there’s not – death is a thief every single time. Losing kittens is wrong. Losing elderly cats is wrong. Sudden […]