My little starving yard stray died in the night.
She was in bad shape last night, could not stand and her body temperature dropped.
She had left the heating pad. I laid her back on it. She seemed to appreciate that.
Her skin had pulled tight on her body, which made it hard to even give her fluids. She had the feel to the touch last night of a dying cat.
I was so tired, but I stayed up as long as I could with her.
I knew she would not be with us this morning.
Bless her soul.
7 comments:
Oh poor baby, but at least she knew love and warmth in her last hours. Thank you for all that you do for felines.
Yeah, poor girl, would have died under a bush in the rain, freezing. I wonder who abandoned her. I'd like to go kick them in the teeth, or at least, stand outside their house, with a big photo of her on a sign, saying "We Who Live Here Kicked Her Out to Die. We Had Better Things to Do, like party"
I am so sorry for you. I know that she took a piece of your heart with her. For your graciousness and generosity she at least had a bit of time where she was warm, safe & well fed. So many never get even that chance. I'm glad for her that she found her way into your caring, kind arms.
it's a shame that she died but you did your best. at least she died knowing someone was trying to help her. i can only hope that karma serves justice to whoever abandoned her.
Karma has a lot to do in this town.
I am so sorry.
Me, too, Elephants.
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