you can’t save all the kitties.
I was on a walk at lunch the other day when I came across a stray cat lying on the side of the sidewalk. She didn’t look too hot. Her fur was wet and nasty, her mouth was horrible, and she should not get up. But she did give me the friendliest meow when I bent down to greet her.
I knew she was in a bad situation, and at that point I had no abilities or resources to take her anywhere, so I called the APL. I left a message, and what seemed like a zillion eternities later, got a call back. They were on their way to check her out. I gave them the specifics, hung up, and just prayed, trying really hard to not think of the impending storms. Or the fact that she couldn’t move. Or sick. Or that the particular area she was in wasn’t the best. I didn’t hear anything else from the APL, so I just convinced myself that they got to her and took care of her so that the ‘what if’s would not take my head.
I got calls from two different people from the APL the next morning. They were able to get kitty, but she was deteriorating from FIV and sadly had to be put down. But they agreed that she was a really, really sweet kitty.
I am glad they were able to get to her. I am glad that she didn’t spend much more of her life suffering the way that she was. I am so, so glad that the APL is full of loving people who cared and understood enough to reach back out to me to let me know what happened. It might not be on this earth, but kitty is safe now, and for that I am glad, too. I sent them a donation this morning.
There is good in this world and sometimes you have to look really hard to find it, but it’s there.
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