Ponderings… Golden eyes, golden heart

Around three and a half years ago, an elderly, thin, feral cat approached me as I was eating lunch outside the newspaper office, and she captured a piece of me. For two long years, I made daily trips to her alleyway behind the newspaper office, to feed her and tell her sweet things. In time, she slowly began to trust me, and I was able to gently pet her as she ate the food I brought to her. She was in all ways feral, and was certainly scrappy looking, but I grew to adore her. It was my dream to take this wild street cat home, where she could live out the rest of whatever time she had left on this Earth in peace, comfort and with however much love she would allow me to shower her with.  S