I was at a park in El Dorado Hills about 5 years ago for my kids soccer game. I noticed a petite little tabby in the bushes and when she emerged, the kids started throwing rocks at her! Of course I scolded them but I couldn't risk leaving her there for the abuse to continue. I didn't have a carrier with me and my house was a good 20 miles away so I went to the nearest store and bought one and brought her home. When I took her for spay surgery, we found she was already fixed. Someone must have left this dear old soul behind. It happens all too often.
Ellie Mae, or Ellie for short, has a squeak of a voice with a little rasp in it-like a chain smoker, and the eyes of an old soul. She spent over a year with me in foster care awaiting adoption when suddenly she started to show signs of illness. After running a senior blood panel and other tests it was determined she was in the early stages of kidney failure and really needed to be on a special diet with weekly IV fluids being flushed through her body.
At that point we moved Ellie to our AMAZING foster volunteer Wayne who provided her and another kitty named Honey (who also had kidney disease) with ALL the TLC, special food, fluids, warm bed, vet visits, and love that she needed until January 13th, 2016 when the deadly disease took her life. It was time. Wayne told her brothers to give her a final good-bye kiss and took her to the vet hospital where he stayed with her every step of the way to say good-bye. He had her cremated so she can be with the others he has loved and lost.