Tender hands cup the tiny torso
Eyes sealed shut with mouth wide, he yearns for his mama
Little does he know – Diane is her name
Two hour feedings and rear-end stimulation soothes his innate needs
And he settles knowing he is warm, fed, and loved by this lady – Diane is her name
This happens way more than one hundred times
Nestled under her chin where she prefers to hold them
Towels, washcloths, Q-Tips, formula, bottles, more laundry, eye droppers, baths
All to nurture
All to make thrive by a woman – Diane is her name
Countless trips to the sanctuary to vet, replenish, save another litter
Her driver never complained
Funds from their own pockets kept their orphans in very good shape because the lady would have it no other way – Diane is her name
Running amuck from room to room chasing the clear hose- “Great Fun!”
“If only we could put our little teeth right through it?!”
To the bitter end, the oxygen delivery mechanism was their play toy and our lady grinned with joy as they rough-housed and napped aboard their magnificent mama train
Snoozing to a heartbeat they knew so well, and Diane was her name
A tribute to my fear friend Diane Stehman who passed in 2018
#truestory #catlady #mama
RiteWit 
What a wonderful memorial to a woman who sounds like she was a treasure as a friend.
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