Ten miles from home, while curled up in the back seat, the driver discovered him, pulled over, and tossed him onto a busy street.
With a broken leg, he traveled for days. Finally, in pain, he meowed on the back porch of his home. When Mary, his owner, opened the door, Tigger's glassy eyes looked up.
A lump formed in her throat and tears streamed down her cheeks, "Oh... Tigger."
He died cradled in her arms.