I have been crying this morning. Late yesterday afternoon a little stray cat staggered into my backyard, a gray gentle being. He was clearly sick and lethargic, moving slowly, mostly laying there breathing. I wanted to take him to get some professional care, but my vet isn't open on Sundays. I looked at rescues like my local Humane Society and Aarf, but they are also not open on Sundays. I didn't know what to do, but wait until the morning/today where i could secure a place to take him. So I just let him into a spare room for the night, kept him isolated from the other pets, making sure there was warm bedding and fresh water, a litter box. Tried to feed him giving him what would be soft and easy to eat like chicken and salmon, even broth, but he wouldn't touch anything. Morning has come and he did not survive the night. I feel so sad, and responsible, wondering if maybe I had been more proactive, just putting him in the car and driving somewhere even out of town I could have found a doctor to treat him. It may not have been something he had to die from. 😿