Gracie's Gotcha

Today is Gracie's Gotcha Day.

She was adopted on July 19, 2005.

It has been 12 years.

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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,

playful,

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.