Happy Gotcha Day

My Sweet Gracie

Today 17 years ago we found you at the 

Clay County Humane Society.

You were outside the front door.

I questioned the receptionist about why they did 

not bring you in as it was so evident you wanted

to come inside.

They told me that in all likelihood, if you did it 

would mean a death sentence for one gray tabby.

Such is life...and death.

She kiddingly asked if I wanted you.

I demurred because at that moment we were

looking for our missing cat.

Once I found out Button wasn't there,

and my emotions were at their height,

I took one more glance at you.

You were but a young cat, barely passed

being a kitten. You engaged each person as

they came by the front door.

As we were leaving I said

"I'll take her".

So they ran and got a spare carrier,

we scooped you up and off we went.

Once I had you in the long car ride back 

home, I thought what have I done?

I had just adopted Abby the month before,

now another cat to introduce to the 3 amigos.

But you Gracie, you blended in from the first

moment. (Abby was another story!)

I am so glad in my emotional state, I took

you home. You deserved many more years

than you got but I know you had a good happy

safe loving home.

Love you Gracie Grace.

Missing you!