Earlier in the day I dropped her off at the vet so she could be fixed and we could bring her indoors, especially since it's getting colder around here. And also I love love love love her. I got a call at about 5 o'clock that she had feline leukemia and that they were putting her to sleep.
She was such a good little cat, especially for a stray. She knew whenever I was coming outside, and hung out with me every time I came out to smoke. She couldn't have been more than a year old.
I knew that it was a possibility since she was a stray city cat, but I was really hoping that she didn't have it.
We brought her inside the night before she was fixed because of the nasty storm: