go on to wait for us. On Sept. 23 Farley Velcro had been gone 1 year. After dinner, I went back to his grave to pay my respects and talk to my little friend like I sometimes do. I bent down and brushed away some leaves and straightened the cross somewhat. I told him how I missed him and said I know Dad (my dad, who he loved) was taking real good care of him. When I stood up, I looked up at the sky and there as plain as day was a cloud in the perfect shape of a sleeping cat. Unreal. Ears, paws, nose, belly, perfectly shaped body. I smiled and cried. I know Farley V is home with my dad. No one can tell me otherwise. Have faith!
