Indeed. Such a sad ending to this story. I’d been hoping for a happier conclusion.
Poor Jack.
About 30 years ago, a Tiger Cat named “Jack” lived in our apt. complex. He was the sweetest Cat in the world.
IDK who he belonged to, but he was always around and had a collar with a tag with his name and owner’s phone number.
He was quite the character and conversationalist, and always had to get in the last word.
He’s long gone, but this story reminds me of Tiger Cat Jack.
I have a really soft spot in my heart for Cats.
I first saw one in the streets in the early 1960’s and have been utterly fascinated with these little rascals ever since.
I’ve had many Cats since then, and I was devastated when my 15 years old Tuxedo Male Cat died several years ago, as I found him as a kitten, eyes barely open. I later found his brother and two sisters, all in poor health.
I saved all but one, who died in my arms as I was trying to nurse him back to health with an eyedropper and diluted milk.
I had to have another Cat put down last year because she was old and sick.
I currently have a Tuxedo Female Cat, Tabitha, and she is just a little bundle of affection.
RIP, Jack. You fought a good fight and I wish this story had a better ending.
These little rascals will break your heart.