Jun 30, 2006 16:56
For the past week there's been a stray cat living in our backyard. He had no collar, and no microchip that I could feel. Our neighbors put up lost cat posters, we posted a Craig's List ad, and no one has responded. So today I took him to the SPCA. I didn't realize in advance just how difficult that was going to be.
I walked into the SPCA with the cat in a carrier and started talking to one of the guys there. The place was so institutional and I soon found myself fighting back tears. I handed over the cat, and as soon as I got back to the car tears started streaming down my face.
The SPCA will put up pets for adoption if they pass a health and behavioural test. This cat is in good health and has the sweetest, most wonderful personality, so I am certain he will not only be put up for adoption, but that he will be grabbed up quickly. And adoption to a loving household is better than an uncertain life on the city streets (or backyards, as it was).
I would have kept him myself except 1) we're about to leave on vacation, and 2) we already have a cat who wouldn't be happy about sharing her house with another animal.
But man oh man, I am sad. This was so hard on me. I can only hope for the best.
kitty