Reply #270: I had a cat like that, an unfixed feral who I had for 2 blessed years

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before he died of cancer at age 8. Darling, but he was feral and it took me a year to get him in. I had a heated box outside for him for the year he wouldn't be coaxed in. Once I got him in and got him fixed he wanted to go out all the time but I wouldn't let him go out beyond the deck. He just wanted to be outside in the grass so badly even though he got to like indoors too. Finally the last month of his life when there was no hope at all as it was pancreatic cancer I would go out in the back yard with him and let him feel that grass and let him sit in that grass. He would stay close to me. I would pull weeds or something and he would lay under a tree next to me watching, watching, watching. Or I would walk the edges of the yard with him. He would walk ahead of me but always turn around to see if I was behind him. I figured if he gets fleas, tough, then all 4 will get fleas but I was going to let that wonderful cat have the last month of his life doing what he wanted at least a few hours a day. So for about 2 hours or more a day we would be out there unless it was raining. Guess what, he didn't get fleas even though it was late Sept, early October and that is prime flea season around here. His name was Boy and I buried him under the magnolia canopy that was one of his favorite spots to watch me and his house.