|Tessie Cat with her tongue sticking out|
I'm sorry I didn't get to see you one more time or to kiss the top of your head. I was out of town but was on my way home when this happened.
I am very grateful to the man who found you lying on the road close to the feeding shelter. He was with you when you slipped away. He and his girlfriend and another woman dug a grave for you and gently placed you in your forever resting spot.
I am grateful that this man posted on a group Facebook page how he found you. I am grateful to Robin that she happened to see this post and told me about it last night. For without this information I would never have known and would have wondered why you weren't running to greet me in the mornings for your breakfast. You always came running when I called for you.
|Tess with her BFF, Jazz|
I am grateful three total strangers cared about you enough but no one cared about you as much as I have. You were one of the first feral kitties I met on that grey overcast morning in November 2002. I knew very little about ferals then, but I did know that I had to care for you and the others.
Your best buddy, Jazz, misses you. The Facebook post mentioned that he sat on the other side of the fence watching your burial. He was probably trying to understand what was happening. I also suspect that he was very nearby when you were struck. I promise, Tess, I will continue to look after The Jazz Man and Que, when he shows up. I promise to try making the winter sleeping shelter a little warmer and cozier for Jazz now that he won't have you to curl up with.
|Tess, Jazz and Que|
|Carnations on Tess's grave|
I miss you sweetie. My heart is breaking.