Gabby is the matriarch of the Dumpster Club, an old girl who got her name from her signature raspy, pack-and-a-half-a-day meow. The sad truth is that it’s rare to meet an old feral - they just usually don’t survive that long unless they belong to a properly managed colony, and even then there are so many possible dangers inherent to surviving outside, be it exposure, or sickness, or territorial skirmishes, or the many, many forms of human-born danger (as if apathy and neglect weren’t bad enough). But Gabby’s a warrior, She’s a survivor. We thought we lost her last winter after the Dumpster Club’s shelters basically had a dumpster dropped on them and she disappeared from November to May...then one early summer day she was back, sitting in the parking lot, waiting for dinner. I haven’t known Gabby for her whole life, but she’s earned my respect in the time that I have, and she’s most definitely earned a safe, comfortable retirement to a sanctuary in the new year.