A backyard cookout in the woods, a little white face appeared,
a kitten, too young to be taken from his mother poked his head out, looking for
food or comfort.
A night on the bathroom floor with him in a box with
blanket, an alarm clock set for 45 minutes, I woke up and fed the little
starving angel, every 45 minute one teaspoon of cat food at a time. With his
extended stomach from starvation, a bloody split lip and two fang marks on the
top of his little head, I could not take in another cat, he was too injured and
I did not have the time to nurse a kitten.
Too many responsibilities, already had cats, children a busy schedule,
and work, no time for a sick kitty. By
9am the next day I started calling “no kill” shelters, no room at the inn. I
called other counties, and humane societies, no room.
I was offered to drop him off and he would be euthanized.
18 years later, he was on thyroid meds twice a day, he began
to become very thin. Less and less he did not want to be held or touched, or to
eat. Then without a word, he walked out
of the house and never came back. He left the way he came with my heart.
Every day I thank God he came into our lives, he was the
most courageous, loving cat we have ever had, who loved everyone. I may have healed his external wounds but he
healed many more of my emotional ones.
Animals are like that…
I cannot talk about this anymore now, not for a long time,
my grief is too great. We loved him well.
