My cat died this morning. He was only 3.
He was off his food yesterday, which happens, but then he went out last night and stayed out, curled up under a bush. I brought him in this morning, and called the vet.
While I was getting his carrier, he went back out and went under the oil tank.
I went to take him out, but he was already gone... warm, limp, but gone.
He had a lump in his belly; but no sign of anything wrong before yesterday. I can't believe he was sitting on me on Thursday eve for neck rubs, and now he's not here anymore.
I rescued him from a city car park when he was four weeks old, and have looked after him ever since - just wish I could have done something for him this time.
So that's the story. And what was the real lesson? Don't leave things in the fridge.