When I first saw Tully, she was lying by the side of the sidewalk in a park in Macao. She was beautiful, her eyes closed, her head resting on a long blade of grass. She was also thin, though I didn’t realise how thin until I petted her.
That was also when it became obvious that she was ill. Her eyes didn’t open and she couldn’t even meow; she just moaned. The grass stuck to her nose.
It took a few tries to find someone who would help but the person who eventually did help, Carla, called her friends to find the right organization to call and was an incredible help and support for both Tully and I. Thank you, Carla.
The incredible people at AAPAM, who sent out a volunteer for her and took her in, let me know that she died the morning after. Because she couldn’t smell, she hadn’t been able to eat. She just didn’t have the energy to pull through. I’m glad she had a kind group of volunteers who made her comfortable in her last hours.