It is with a heavy heart that I have to type this (and tears that flow very freely).
We finally found Fatty to bring to the vet. What they found was not good. Fatty had feline aids. She was so weak and could barely walk. Yet she choose to stay near this house and us, I think.
It was decided that Fatty could not suffer any more, 4 of us (myself and the big male bean and the couple downstairs) decided that it was time to see her cross over. You see, the vet said that Fatty was about 10 years old and we didn't know how long or even if she would survive long. Plus, she was an outdoor kitty who loved nothing more than being there, to ask her to stay indoors away from other cats would kill her all in its own.
Fatty was helped to the bridge Thursday at about 330 pm est. She was brought home in a special box with a beautiful flower on top. Later, when the rain stopped, a hole in the back yard was dug so that we could lay Fatty where she always liked to be. A bag of kitty food was put in with her, so she could share some food across the bridge.
Right now, someone has put a statue of 3 kittens up on top of her spot. We have plans to put a piece of slate down where she lays, in her memory.
I will tell more of her coming to this house story later on, when my eyes don't leak so much.
