Gabby turned out to be the friendliest feral. He craved attention. Gabby would crawl onto my shoulder when I would feed him. He talked constantly. He is in a furever hone now. He loves people. I know he misses me.... and I truly miss him. I am sure his adjustment to a new home went well. We were close.
It is going on the fourth month since I closed shop to sell our house and by a new one. I am becoming severely depressed. This is killing me. It was supposed to be only three months max. I am losing sleep not to mention hope of ever regaining what I was trying to accomplish. At my age, It may be better just to give up. The dream I had a few months ago now seems unreachable.