Nomu passed on peacefully. She lived till a ripe old age. We couldn’t do subcutaneous on her as her skin was thin and dry. It’s a sign of good old age and we are glad. She had a good life roaming freely and had food every night. When she was not looking good, she was brought home. She rested peacefully and had three meals a day and a small bowl of her favourite kibbles.
I opened the door cage for her but she was no longer interested in the outside world. Perhaps she thought all the home cats are babies because they never scratch real tree barks, step on real grass and watch the sunrise and sunset:).
We believe she was at least 12 years of age. The percentage of the community cats surviving more than 6 years old is low. Nomu was a fortunate one! Thanks to the feeders or the caregivers for they played a big role.
She had plenty of kisses and she really loved to be petted. I heard that she had plenty of treats before she fell sick. Little greedy Nomu:)!
Thank you Michelle, her caregiver, for providing her meals every day and many years.
May the merits accumulated be dedicated to her favourable rebirth.
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