Perhaps in gratitude, Grayce nurtured several litters of feral kittens. She was always the lady - elegant, dignified, purring and lively.
She developed benign tumors about her neck (possibly from the old-fashioned flea collars - as I mentioned, she was ancient) last winter. Last week, I found out they had metastasized. She had been slowing down quite a bit and it was time for action before she became really miserable.
My theory is that she got lost from a transient RV (I meet soooo many, too many, actually, people living in parking lots during my caring for feral colonies). Once upon a time, Grayce had a family and probably had litters of her own. I am grateful that she spent her last couple of years inside, enjoying kibble, canned food, cuddles, toys, etc. If her original family has anyone who has Crossed, I hope and pray they meet her there on the Other Side.
Godspeed, sweet angel.... Our little Mike Trout, a feral rescue, is quite ill and may soon meet you there...please greet him if he comes.
