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.
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