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Last night I spent the night with oldest grandgirl. It was a nice evening as we watched Coraline.
This morning we got ourselves up to begin the new week. Had to meet up with my Poetry Rock students at 8:15 so we needed to be out the door early.
I’d noticed the outside cat food needing refilling. So I went into the garage to grab a few morsels.
That’s when I noticed Jerry the creamsicle cat, on his side, barely breathing.
Oh dear, what to do? I turned around and oldest was at the garage door. Well, no preventing her from seeing Jerry.
I texted her mom and we agreed that oldest and I would proceed with our schedule.
This meant abandoning poor Jerry in those final moments.
Oldest is stoic. She kept it together. I wished we’d taken a moment to say a small prayer by Jerry. What was I thinking in the rush of the morning.
Jerry was the one cat of the several they have that wouldn’t allow himself to be captured and fixed. My guess is that his missing out on vaccines made him more susceptible to disease. Apparently, he’d loss a lot of weight recently.
Jerry, I am glad you made it over the rainbow bridge. Gone too soon.