Zoey arrived as a pile of bones with fur draped over them. She obviously has been on her own for a long time and was very unsuccessful at finding food. After her vet appointment, we find she is fine on her bloodwork etc. So we proceed to give her as much as she will eat several times a day. She is so sweet and loves Ribbit. She feels so fragile but doesn't act like it.
Zoey has quit eating! I am syringe-feeding her. Off to the vet, she goes. She is so weak, she dies at the vet. We can't bring our baby home. She was with us for such a short time but she was loved for a lifetime. She is buried in the Cat's Memorial Garden. She is with the angels in heaven now, but will always be in my heart.