When I opened the back door to feed the outside gang, I found sweet Ike laying in the yard. I think he was hit by one of the neighbor's cars and he ended up in my yard.

I am so sick about this. I can't even bury him because physically I'm not able to. So I had to put him in a box in the trash. That little baby is not trash. I told him that and hope he understands. I told him to look for his little sibby who died and for Leonardo, Luke, and Leroy. They will all watch after him.

I so wanted to be able to adopt him some day or at least find him a home.

He loved playing in the bush. Here is a last pic of him. RIP baby Ike. Please forgive me.