Isabel just showed up here one day and we always thought she was dumped. She was too friendly to be the offspring of one of the many feral cats in our rural neighborhood. And she left us the same way: suddenly. Daddy found her body clear up by the road. Her neck had been snapped. I've lived in the country my whole life, so I know all about the food chain. However, it's never claimed one of our own before, so it's pretty hard to swallow. A coyote? A neighbor dog? We'll never know. All we know for sure is that we miss her.
Woof! Woof! Tucker