By The Bakersfield Californian
I found your cat. The beautiful black one that you dumped in the mountains, in the middle of nowhere. He was curled up next to a tree trunk in a fruitless attempt to find some shelter, warmth and comfort. The temperature on my car thermometer read 23 degrees.
He was just barely alive, probably suffering from severe hypothermia. I picked him up, put him in my car and turned up the heat. When I got home, I did my best to save him, but he was too far gone.
I wanted to let you know because you were probably losing sleep wondering if he'd been able to find food and shelter -- wondering if he was OK. The answer to all of that is "No," but you can sleep comfortably now. He died warm, sheltered and safe. I hope that somewhere, deep inside, he knew that for a very brief moment in his life, someone cared.