Bonita died this weekend. She was an outdoor feral cat that I had fed for the last 5 and 1/2 years. She had 16 kittens in the yard before I was able to trap her and have her spayed. She was a wonderful mother.
To keep her kittens safe, she had her next-to-last litter on the roof of a two-story building. She brought them down when they were about five weeks old and ready to eat. Two of them were adopted and one still lives in the garden.
We have three of her children still here and two more that are related to her.
I am rambling, I guess. When I moved into this building there were five cats living in the garden. Now they are all gone. Three died, one was taken to a shelter, and one disappearred.
I am so sad, I have tears streaming down my face.
My sweet Bonita, who would not be tamed, I loved you and I'll miss you and so do the other cats.
To keep her kittens safe, she had her next-to-last litter on the roof of a two-story building. She brought them down when they were about five weeks old and ready to eat. Two of them were adopted and one still lives in the garden.
We have three of her children still here and two more that are related to her.
I am rambling, I guess. When I moved into this building there were five cats living in the garden. Now they are all gone. Three died, one was taken to a shelter, and one disappearred.
I am so sad, I have tears streaming down my face.
My sweet Bonita, who would not be tamed, I loved you and I'll miss you and so do the other cats.