Our sweet Greta who died in August. I still call Spencer to go outside, and call him Greta all the time..gone, but never forgotten, and forever missed till we meet again.

Camped out at the local diner one of her favorite establishments in town!

Look at that tongue! I sure miss having her to keep orphaned kittens clean.

I miss those brown doe eyes, and the way she'd fall into a trance when she got her chest scritchies.