Greg was one of the neighborhood strays who greeted my family when we first moved here. He was loved and taken care of by many in the neighborhood. My friend and neighbor texted me that he had been poisoned and passed. I’m having a bit of a hard time processing he’s just… gone, and we’re never going to see him again.

We’ve had some bad Winters and would allow Greg in during the winter for warmth and food. I always leave food out for the strays. Greg was so friendly and loveable. I struggled horribly with postpartum depression a couple of years ago. Many times I sat outside bawling just so overwhelmed with life and Greg would always curl in my lap and just purr. He brought comfort and love during times most needed. I’ve soaked his fur with many tears and he always just took it, purring and kneading.

I’m so sorry Greg. I miss you terribly and hope you know you were loved. May Freyja love and watch over you until we meet again; may my passed cats greet you and walk you through this new chapter of life.

Rest easy Greg 🖤