Have only just picked up on this thread. Gosh! It is indeed just like Truman over again. Just looking at her little face fair makes me tear up. God bless the woman who found her, she might not have known an oldie from a youngie but she knew Grace needed help and cared enough to find it for her and thats what matters. Grace is the perfect name for her I think, lovely. It beggers belief that anyone could abandon an old, helpless animal like this. I think about that often with Truman, too, wondering where he came from. One thing I do know is that it was their loss. Every night when Truman is sitting on my chest purring while I read my book in bed I think how lucky I am. Good for you, Teresa, taking her in.