Groucho you were one of my Feral Cats. I love you my baby. I don’t know what happened. I know a cat came down, and tried to run you off. You were so frightened of him. You weren’t a fighting cat so l had to make sure you weren’t beat upon. My baby wouldn’t come into the house, but you had your own little sleeping place on the porch
that I made for you.
Then l started missing you, and then l found out about the other cat who lived up the street, running, and scratching you. Then you came up hurt.
I cried for you, because it was hard to catch you for me to take you to the vet, but I did, and it wasn’t good news. Just a matter of time she said.
The vets thoughts, you were barely hit by a car or a two wheeler. But my baby didn’t wonder off. The only thing I can think of is this cat may have run you, and you ran into the street. I’m sorry Groucho that I wasn’t there like I was so many other times.I love you Groucho, and I will miss you, and think about you every day.