This morning, we found one of the strays we feed, Tufty, outside our door, unmoving, listless, sadly meowing. We took him to the emergency vet immediately. They told us he had hypothermia (a body temp of 75 degrees) and despite anything they could do, brain damage and organ failure was inevitable. We made the choice no one wants to make.
Goodbye, Tufty, you scruffy, scrappy old sweetie. We love you and we'll miss you so much.
@projectionedge just saw this post. I know this was very hard but you were very good to Tufty *pets*
