Alternate title: CATastrophe
If you don't like sad/slightly disturbing stories, skip this post.
Ranch life aint always pretty, that's for sure. I usually paint a happy picture of GG, but today I have a grimmer tale to tell.
You know those cats I was trying to kick out earlier in the week? The two you all voted should have the privilege of sticking around? Well, one met an untimely demise earlier today and I must admit I'm a little sad about it.
Two regular boys to GG were chasing a lizard by the railroad ties. The lizard ran under one of the ties, and the boys innocently pulled at it trying to find the lizard. Some how one of the ties fell right on top of one of the cats. The boys got upset seeing it stuck under the board and ran for help. Cindy, one of our volunteers, had her wits about her enough to control the horse her participant/niece was on. Once the horse stopped, her niece took off to free the cat. Unfortunately, the cat was in bad shape. Cindy was a vet tech before having children and decided it had virtually no chance of survival. Max had to put it out of its misery.
Max and our girls are pretty bummed. They have become attached to the little kitties. I guess I cannot get away with telling you all how torn up I am--you'll just throw my earlier post back in my face, right? I can tell you that I'm sad for my family, for the boys witnessing the cat in pain, and all those there seeing the scene play out.
Accidents happen. I just thank God that no child was harmed.
So there you have it--one cat left.
On a funny note our neighbor Steph called to tell us a kitten showed up at her front door tonight. She could tell that it obviously was from the same litter as the others, but it was in much worse shape--very thin. She fed it dog food which it gobbled down. She does not want to become attached to any more cats because she has lost three out there.
I told her not to get any funny ideas about bringing it over.
I might be the meanest person I know.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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I'm sure I don't want to know how Max put it out of it's misery.
And thanks for sparing us the photos.
It's always hard to lose animals. Poor Max, having to do the DEED, but at least he did it a favor by ending it's pain.
Oh, I am sooo sad about this. Especially after begging Jason to take one home (not that we could have since we have another pet instead, but still) I totally change my vote from "let them stay" to "find them homes". As cute as the poor lonely kitty is that's left, it's just not a safe place for the little guys. My boys, especially Grant, were sooo upset. Ugh, I hate it. And it was so hard for me to not vault the fence and leave Marie sitting on Seabiscuit, but suddenly I realized that would have been such a bad idea. Whew, good thing there's a little common sense in my head;)I bet Max could see the whole thought process- I ran over to the fence and grabbed it, then looked back at Marie, then ran over to tell her to get off. I bet for a minute he wondered if I'd leave her sitting there. And I'm kind of surprised all my yelling didn't spook the horse. Scary. I hate seeing animals hurt.
No, you are not the meanest person I know. Not by a long, long shot. I mean, like naval artillery-range long.
A quick, clean exit is a better fate than a lingering one, and realisticly, feral-born cats have a very short life expectancy. This one at least was warm, fed, and healthy up until the end. Bless Max for having the courage and decency to do what was needful.
I just lost a long-time companion cat a couple days ago, and it's shocking how much it can hurt.
Whether you wanted the cat there or not is really beside the point - We're human, we bond with our companions, be they welcome or not. You shouldn't be surprised that you're distressed - It's what happens to caring people.
Be Well.
Ick. That is disturbing. The last cat is probably quaking in his little boots. Puss in boots. Hee.
YOu are mean... not. Silly sometimes though. Your last post was in no way being a meany, just being reasonable and what happened to the kitty is a fact of life that will in the long run benefit the lives involved. Somehow good always does come out of the ashes.
:(
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