Today is Gracie's Gotcha Day.
She was adopted on July 19, 2005.
It has been 12 years.
Gracie was lucky that day.
For those who are new to her story,
she was left abandoned at the ACC.
A high kill place.
Not as high kill as Annabelle's was,but
nevertheless a gray tabby had a
very small chance of being adopted
out of this place.
She was just dropped off outside their
door. The receptionist said they didn't
want to take her in, only meaning
it was a certain death sentence.
As it turned out I was there to see if by
some off chance my missing cat
was there, she wasn't.
I could bear the thought that this sweet
cat who was begging each person
who came to the door would be
gone, and in a very emotional state
I adopted her.
I had only adopted Abby the month
before and that wasn't not going well.
On the ride home I thought to myself
what in Heaven's name was I thinking?
But, I have to tell you, after
her quarantine, Gracie could not have been
easier to assimilate into the household.
It was like she had always been here.
It took another 5 months to assimilate
Abby. What a contrast, but that was Abby.
Gracie was always shy,
and she was always full of gratefulness,
and she loved her brother Ping..
She left me far too soon at only 9 from suspected lymphoma.
She was such a good cat.
I miss her, but I will always remember
my Gracie Grace.