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Gabbs was a silver tabby cat that came into our lives about 10 years ago. I

came to know her when I was doing home care at a old gentleman's house that used

to run a dairy/farm. I would watch her time after time return from the field

with mice for her kittens that were almost as big as she was. She would start

back to the old barn and they would run out to meet her, and she would drop the

mouse and head out gain to the field again to hunt. It didn't matter the

weather or the coyotes, she had to feed her babies. She had so much heart

taking care of her babies, even though you would think her instinct would have

told her she done enough. I started to bring food for all of them, they were

just barely surviving. Gabbs was a sweetheart, she had obviously been

somebody's at some point. I just wondered how she came to live in these

circumstances. The man didn't know anything about her as he had been house

bound for years. Someone must have dumped her thinking she could fend for

herself. Idiots!

I talked to dh and we decided she was coming home with me. It was easy to get

her but I had to trap her five kittens (humanely). She came to live at our

place, she never again had to worry where a meal was coming from, fresh water or

where she would find a warm place to sleep. She would never again want for

anything ever again. We named her Gabbygirl because she loved to talk. After

having her for years she would still call to her kittens to come eat, even

though she didn't have them anymore. She would have a toy mouse or something in

her mouth and walk around the living room and down the hallway meowing with the

object in her mouth. She was so much a part of our life, lived with us in 3

different places, saw the purchase of our first home, watched her two buddies

Bear and Lucky pass, saw the birth of our precious daughter after 11 years of

ttc. I could go on and on.

About a year and half ago she was diagnosed with diabetes, special Rx food was

needed and bought, a year after that meds were needed and bought. She did well.

This last Friday we took Gabbs in because she had stopped eating, was lethargic

and was wobbly when she walked. The vet could feel something strange in her

abdomen. He took some x-rays and came back to the room with bad news. We had to

make that decision that every animal lover dreads. I will spare you the awful

details as I want this to be more about her life and than her death.

Five o clock Friday afternoon Gabbs died in my arms. Our hearts are breaking,

we miss her.

If you have read this far, thank you.

~*~*~Mitzi

~~To the world you may be one person,

but to one person you may be the world~~

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