End of the trilogy

I have mentioned on here before the kitty-cat hospice my parents had found themselves running over the past few years when most of their cats got old all at once. We figured up the other day that Mom had been shooting insulin into one cat or another twice a day for the better part of 2 and a half years. The kitty hospice closed its doors last week with the passing of Lucy.

A couple of days before my wedding, almost 17 years ago, Mom and I drove over to Ormond Beach to pick up her second mother-of-the-bride dress from the tailor's. On the way there, Mom (who was NOT in the market for another cat) just happened to mention that her next cat was going to be an orange one. Well, the tailor's shop just happened to be next to a pet shop that just happened to have a fresh litter of kittens, and one of those kittens just happened to be the cutest little ball of orange and white fluff we had ever seen. One thing led to another, and the next thing we knew we were taking Lucy home to join in the wedding festivities.



Lucy truly had one of the most pleasant dispositions of any cat we've ever had. In her younger days, she was also quite spry, and if you listen to the laughter in this brief video clip, you can see that she brought our family a lot of happiness:



Rest in peace, sweet Lucy.