My dear, precious Ali. . .
You were my best friend for nearly all of your 15 years. I thank the humans who sent you to an adoption facility, just as I thank God for leading me to you. He knew we needed each other.
I’ve never had a cat that endured so many changes. Bless you Ali, for putting up with all the moves from state to state. Bless you too, for being a patient traveler on the long road trips to and from North Carolina. I know you loved Grandma’s house, but didn’t really care for the journey there. Still – you rode those many miles time after time. Just as you put up with my endless travel here at home. I hated leaving you in the care of a kitty sitter – even though I knew you were in good hands. I worried non-stop from the time I left until I returned to see your sweet,loving face.
Thank you Ali, for all you mean to me – past, present and future. I will never forget you, and live in hopes that you’re with Grandpa and all my other babies in a happier place.