You were a gift from God on a cold January afternoon back in 1989. Someone dropped you in my lap at the newspaper that I worked. You were about to become the pet of the week by the local Humane Society. I would have no part of that I told them I would take you home and comfort you. And so you became known as Shelby. Your coat would sachet as you sauntered around. Your sweet meow would
tell us you felt loved.
You adapted through every move. You tolerated the new friends we would bring you. You believed you were mother hen to all. You were loyal and loving. You were beautiful to all who came to visit. Your presence was grand Shelby, you were our beloved princess. You will be missed but not forgotten. We will always love you.
Your presence was grand, Shelby.
You were our beloved princess.
| Karen Phillips |