05/06/2026
Back in February I took in my former street cat, Toes, who i had been caring for the last 7 years. He had a neck wound that was difficult to heal and tested positive for FIV.
Today, I said goodbye to my gentleman.
I names him Toes because he made the tiniest little biscuits at the door when it was time to eat. I had an antique bell that I rung when it was time for his meals, that is if he wasnt already waiting.
He was truly a kind guy. With his first wound I took him to the vet for, I made a poultis to help it heal and relieve pain and inflammation, and would you believe me if I told you he let me hold it on him?
When I walked the dogs, he would follow along, crossing the street and hanging around with my crew, like it was his walk too- except he was off leash.
He's lived in my bathroom the last few months and has been a constant in my life. He discovered sitting on the ledge of the tub, knocking plants over, and how snug and awesome the space between the washer and dryer was. For a former street cat, he sure was picky! He never liked the same food long, which is crazy because what kind of variety do strays get?
This was very unexpected, his FIV and suspected lymphoma moved fast.
I want to share a few pictures of my brown tabby gentleman, Toes🌈🌁
