Fonzie is gone. I cannot function. I cannot stop bawling. I cannot breathe. The hole in my heart is so big that I...oh my god, I don't even know.
Fonzie began as a feral cat, sometime last year. We fed him daily and he lived on our patio. We bought him in for a neuter today to find out he was ill with Feline AIDS. Treating Feliv in a feral cat is nearly impossible and I held him in my arms while he took his last breath of life.
We buried him under a beautiful tree, next to beautiful flower beds. He's gone. I'm going to be sick. I don't know what to do.