happy and sad

Saturday morning Z and I came across a very sick kitty.
He was literally skin and bones.
He was obviously someone's baby.

It was speculated that maybe he had been trapped somewhere and finally got free.
The smell of decay was strong, but he was frendly.

So we scooped him up and took him to our vet.
We could nurse him back to health and adopt him out.
He'd make a loving addition to anyone's family.

But it was not meant to be...

The test came back positive for feline AIDS.
The oder was from his mouth. He had open sores and it hurt when the Dr. tried to examine his mouth...

It was decided that it would be best for him to be put down.
The alternative was to slowly starve to death.

We named him Traveling Joe..

He would have made a wonderful addition to someone's family.