And in the quiet of a summer day, my first-born girl kitten at the farm is gone. This is
one of those extra difficult losses, because she just never came home. So we search
& call for her, we check outbuildings & treetops. Over the 6 years Annie
gifted us with her sweet ways, we knew this day would come. Such is the life of a barn cat.
Whisper Annie...you are missed! May her memory be for a blessing.