Smudgey was the sweetest little tuxedo. She was a feral for 13 years that I know of. I worried over her daily and loved her as much as she let me. I could pet but not pick her up. Feb 2021 was bitter cold for 2 weeks along with snow. She was so small even though I made her a shelter and fed/watered I worried more for her. After 2 days I figured she had not made but nope she showed up the next day. I brought her food in and carried her in, made her a bed with litter box and food/water bowls right by the front door. She must have finally wanted to come in cos she never put up a fuss, the warm house must have been too much for her to resist. She spent most of her time upstairs on my bed. She loved to snuggle many times during the night for about 20 minutes and if you did not snuggle enough she used the claws to let you know more more more. 2 weeks before she crossed the bridge I noticed her spending a lot of time downstairs in my chair with me and Groucho. I also noticed a drastic change in her coat, I knew it was close to time. So a year ago she had a very rough day and that evening she did the litter box thing every couple of minutes, I knew. I scooped her up and off to the ER vet we went. Their take was I could either do dialysis, etc etc etc or let her go. I was not going to put her through getting fluids a few days a week knowing it was not gonna make her better. I opted to give her back to God to watch over. I knew it was what was best for her.
She was a sister to Bucky and Groucho, my 3 tuxes. I still look for her outside as she would sit on the window ledges during the day. I miss her a lot.
