Hey Terry, the day is not starting well actually. I've just got a phone call from the neighbor at my dad's. She took Minion (one of our cat there but who practically lives with them since my mom died and get feed by people in the neighborhood - almost every house has a cat in our neighborhood) to the vet. She found him all apathetic on her doormat this morning. The vet said he's dehydrated and in hypothermia. She'll run a blood test for poisoning and he'll be nurse back to temperature and hooked with an IV in the meantime. In the state he is in she gets speaks for longer in the future than today. She'll keep me updated and I told her to do what it takes to save him and that I have full trust in the neighbor anyway (we've known each other catsit for each other for 28 years!)
I'm devastated. He's the sweetest most chill cat. He was my mom's 3rd kid. The moment she passed away he slowly faded away from the family, preferring the quite of the neighbors who absolutely adore him. He still come by the house and we see him almost everydaywalking around like the street is his kingdom. But since September we've noticed he's been more distant and on my part I haven't been as present as I used to. I'm glad he has the neighbors because they totally dot on him, I think he helped them get over the death of their own cat. But at the same time I feel bad, like I've abandoned him even though I know he would have hate the apartment as he's way too independent and rather be outside.