I stopped by to update a different post, and found this one again. And even though it's been 3 1/2 years it still had the same effect on me today it had when it happened. Brownie and Skye are terrific cats, happy, friendly, goofy, demanding (just like all women!)... Excellent companions - I get "interrupted" when working at the computer a dozen times a day by one of them demanding some attention. Which, of course, I always stop and provide. Skye, especially loves to drape herself over my shoulder and rub her face on my beard - it's bristly and I think she either like combing with it, or she's marking me as part of her territory.
Gracie may be gone, but she's never far from my memory. And, unfortunately, I still can't go to the crossing the bridge section and talk about her. I suspect I'll never be able to. But, there are at least two rescue cats that have a good home, with lots of litter boxes, comfortable cat beds in every room (I think we must have at least a dozen plushy beds, including 2 in the 5th wheel for when we travel), people that dote on them and spoil them, birds to watch out the window from their custom-made 7-foot cat tree (it took me a week to build it when they came home), and pretty much anything else we can think of that'll make them happy...
I still miss Gracie, and apparently always will, but I hope she'd be happy with what we've done for these two.
