As I am house/cat sitting, my worst fear is that one of the cats would die on my watch. Well, it looks like my fears have become reality... Tinker, the 15 year old, skin and bone, black cat I've been taking care of has crawled away to a safe place somewhere and passed away. She was acting funny Wednesday morning - her back legs weren't working very well - and I haven't seen her since. Usually if she stays out all night she's on the back porch in the morning ready for breakfast. Not so much this time... It breaks my heart to think she probably suffered as she died, but there's nothing I can do about it, and I probably won't find her to confirm her passing either.
And I don't even have a picture of her. :(
So Rest in Peace dear Tinker. You will be missed.
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