For over a year I put out food in our garage for a stray cat that was hungry. My neighbor who was also a cat lover asked what we should do with him; either have him put to sleep or fixed so he wouldn’t add more kitties to the cat population. I said to have him put to sleep, but she said he needed a chance. She took him to the vet and I picked him up. After that he was very afraid of my neighbor, but became friendly with us.
We coxed him in the house where he would eat and sleep in the deep cold of the winter. He was an inside/outside cat who soon loved us and we loved him. We called him Carl. He was one of the best cats we have ever had. After being at the vets he just never acted very well. We had him checked out and he was diagnosed with feline aids.
He had the sweetest personality, never minding other cats who would hiss at him, staying close to home, coming out in front of the car when we came home and then jumping in when we opened the door. He would come to the downstairs window to be let in and then would just lie at our feet for the evening.
This past week my son-in-law Rick took Carl to be sent to heaven. (It needed to be done and we just couldn’t do it). He brought him home and my husband dug a grave and buried him way out back under the apple tree with the other cats he has buried there through the years. Carl needed to be put to sleep as he had become so thin and unhealthy. We loved our Carl and for the two and one half years we were privileged to have him for our cat he brought us much joy and happiness. The vet estimated he was about 14 years old but it is sure hard to see a friend leave our home for the last time. By giving this cat a chance we were blessed many times over.