The last couple of months I had seen a pretty little white and orange cat near my house but too scared to come near me. Late Wednesday night when I got home, I heard meowing near the porch and there was the little kitty. When I picked her up I was surprised at how light she felt and when I got her inside I could see that she was literally skin and bones; she hadn't eaten for weeks from the look of her. I offered her some canned food but she was too weak to eat. I gave her some baby food by syringe and she threw up. She was able to keep down some water. Poor little girl was so cold. I wrapped her in towel on top of heating pad and isolated her from my other cats. I took her to vet first thing Thursday morning but vet said that kitty was in such bad shape that it would be a kindness to let her go. She died peacefully. I felt so guilty - she had bravely come to the house looking for help but it was too late to save her. I feel so guilty not being able to help her and not getting her into my house weeks ago. At least she died knowing that she was loved, if even for a little while.

Karly