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Edited on Fri Mar-21-08 08:00 AM by blondie58
like the guys who were moving and left their brown tabby, Marta, a tripod, having only three legs, in a cage in the apartment. The landlord found her a week later, but geez. One thing that I love about animals is their forgiving nature. She was the sweetest girl, especially considering what she had been through. And then the people who just leave their animals by the shelter, but are too chicken to come in. Last summer, a BOX of kittens had been left. Well, needless to say, they all escaped and it took us about a week to catch them. Or the people who left their badly matted long hair cat in a cat carrier outside, however, it was in the rain, overnight. I could go on and on, it really breaks your heart.
I don't really work in the shelter, but I am a frequent visitor and I do whatever I can. My start was when I went in there one day, for a little pet therapy and I went in this one room, that the vet tech had dubbed "the senior ward". There was a really skinny brown tabby that I had to just pick up. Boy, did he start to purr, he was just starved for attention. His story was that he belonged to an older lady who had passed away leaving behind five cats and two dogs. He had a thyroid problem, which caused him to have a voracious appetite, yet he still looked emaciated. Well, I asked the vet tech about him, and he said "Tigger- oh, yeah, we're going to have a meeting about him tomorrow" implying that they were going to consider euthanizing him. I could not get him out of my mind, so I called them the next day. I ended up fostering this seventeen year old 'old skinny man' for about a year, knowing that it was basically hospice care for a cat. Tigger had the most wonderful spirit though. His thyroid problem caused him to have some blindness, also. He would walk around my house and start to walk into a wall. No problem for him, he would just brush himself off and go the other way. My cats would bat at him, he would bat back and go on. I had about five other cats at my house at that time and no one ever attacked him. He passed away one day, on his own terms. It broke my heart. I really grew to love that funny little guy.
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