Everytime we say goodbye

Madrigal Augustine Lewis  came to us as double act with her sister Rainbow Dash (I named Maddie, @helena_elizabeth11 named Rainbow Dash and together they were 'Mad Dash' although we quickly learned they didn't actually have any time for each other).  She moved two houses down with a carpet bag and a spine steel-straight in late 2018. 

She is as judgy as a dowager aunt, brazen as the nights in winter are long.  She moved out before COVID to our neighbours because we are LOUD and toddlers fill her with disdain. She does not approve of LOUD. She is all about lace caps, candles, and tatting lace, and gothic romance novels. She also has a deep love of Cole Porter and telenovelas. 

Our neighbours moved away in 2021/22 and we tried to bring her home but she then relocated to Charlie. Charlie has subsequently moved and she is now in a sheltered garden construction in his allotment. I took her to the vet and had everything updated in November and she stayed with us for 10 weeks before returning to her garden conservatory which is...what it is. But she needs/deserves more than umbrellas and a tinfoil house. 

Late last summer, Maddie and I began to have coffee in the mornings at her favela.  She'd deign to me to cuddle her, clip her nails, but she would not come back to the Corner House, for more than a brief sniff of disdain.  I needed (for what is left of my own sanity) to find her someplace lush - a garden, people who will dote but not overwhelm, a place filled with love, books, music and life. And now with the help of www.friendsoffelines.org, this is possible.  She is beyond divine.  And I didn't snot cry all the way home, just sniffled. That has to be some kind of improvement over the last several months.