On Christmas Eve day I noticed my cat Pixel seemed really sick. This was because for the six years I had her, I had never been able to get within 5 feet of her. She had lost a lot of weight, and looked like she had a swollen belly. I force-fed her water and food until I could get her to the vet last night. I also removed a load of mats from her coat and she just lay there and purred.

It turns out that she had something causing blood to leak internally into her belly. She was so anemic her poor blood sample looked like dyed water. The vet and I agreed it was time to let her go to the Rainbow Bridge. She let me hold her and purred nonstop.

That is the saddest thing about rescuing a feral. I had help trapping Pixel six years ago, and thought I could tame her. But I couldn't, and releasing her in the area she was found wasn't feasable due to heavy traffic. She got along great with my other cats, and was always the first to make a new foster feel at home.

Because of her being unapproachable, I was afraid that if she ever got really sick, it would be too late for me to do anything for her. That's what happened.

We'll (me and all my cats) miss you, Pixel. I'm at work; I don't have pictures here. I'll post one later. She's always with some other cat.