The old cat lay in its warm spot on the grass.
Its fur tattered and patched, teeth mostly broken or gone.
It rarely bothered to get up anymore. Its spine hurt with age. Its back legs barely worked through the pain of old injuries.
The others would go and rub against the small girl that stopped by everyday to pet the strays on the lot.
It just ignored her through its crusted eye.
Wondering if the old woman was going to come by to feed them today.
Laying there, waiting out the remaining days in its little patch of sunshine.