I think I may have caused the deaths of three feral kittens and a little black feral cat that I dearly loved.
I care for a group of cats that live in the yard of the apartment complex where I live. Three years ago I was just finishing up spaying/neutering the last of them. During that time a very young tame mother cat and her two kittens were abandoned.
I called a cat rescue lady that had helped me before for help and she recommended I ask her friend, K., for help. K said she would come and pick up the little cat and take her to a friend of hers in O.C. While K was picking up the tame cat, she saw the three feral kittens in the yard and volunteered to take them, too. They were already scheduled for spay/neuter so I asked her to wait until then. I emphasized that they were feral and she said it didn't matter, her friend would socialize them and then adopt them.
I asked her how her friend could do that and she said it was just a different world in O.C.
She took the kittens and later another tame kitten about 5-6 months old that was abandoned here.
Later I called her again to come get a male cat that I thought was a stray. When she showed up he disappeared lickety-split. While we were talking, Happy-Go-Lucky, the feral cat showed up and started talking to me. K said that her friend "loved black cats" and would take her if I wanted. She said she would socialize her and find her a good home. I thought it would be selfish to deny this to Lucky, even though I loved Lucky very much for her happy active ways. I'm haunted now by my feelings of bereavement as I said good-bye to Lucky.
Just a few months ago, I found out from my original friend that K's friend euthanizes some cats. (K no longer rescues.) I called her and talked to her and she told me euthanizes if they take "too long" to adopt or if they "don't show well," she said more, but I was crying too hard to hear it.
Maybe, just maybe, the kittens were socialized, but my Lucky? She was a full-grown cat and wouldn't get near anyone but me.
I'm so haunted by this that I wake up in the middle of the night with my pillow soaking wet from crying in my sleep. I know it wasn't my fault. My friend feels awful, too, and says she also gave the O.C. woman feral cats because she trusted K. I don't blame K, I think she was just naive and didn't realize what was happening.
I'm a Buddhist and know that all four of the cats must already be reborn, but I still feel just horrible. I feel that I may have been the cause of their deaths.
There must be a lesson in all this, but except the one not to trust which after a certain point is impossible, I don't know what it is. I'm moving on, but I still feel horrible.
I care for a group of cats that live in the yard of the apartment complex where I live. Three years ago I was just finishing up spaying/neutering the last of them. During that time a very young tame mother cat and her two kittens were abandoned.
I called a cat rescue lady that had helped me before for help and she recommended I ask her friend, K., for help. K said she would come and pick up the little cat and take her to a friend of hers in O.C. While K was picking up the tame cat, she saw the three feral kittens in the yard and volunteered to take them, too. They were already scheduled for spay/neuter so I asked her to wait until then. I emphasized that they were feral and she said it didn't matter, her friend would socialize them and then adopt them.
I asked her how her friend could do that and she said it was just a different world in O.C.
She took the kittens and later another tame kitten about 5-6 months old that was abandoned here.
Later I called her again to come get a male cat that I thought was a stray. When she showed up he disappeared lickety-split. While we were talking, Happy-Go-Lucky, the feral cat showed up and started talking to me. K said that her friend "loved black cats" and would take her if I wanted. She said she would socialize her and find her a good home. I thought it would be selfish to deny this to Lucky, even though I loved Lucky very much for her happy active ways. I'm haunted now by my feelings of bereavement as I said good-bye to Lucky.
Just a few months ago, I found out from my original friend that K's friend euthanizes some cats. (K no longer rescues.) I called her and talked to her and she told me euthanizes if they take "too long" to adopt or if they "don't show well," she said more, but I was crying too hard to hear it.
Maybe, just maybe, the kittens were socialized, but my Lucky? She was a full-grown cat and wouldn't get near anyone but me.
I'm so haunted by this that I wake up in the middle of the night with my pillow soaking wet from crying in my sleep. I know it wasn't my fault. My friend feels awful, too, and says she also gave the O.C. woman feral cats because she trusted K. I don't blame K, I think she was just naive and didn't realize what was happening.
I'm a Buddhist and know that all four of the cats must already be reborn, but I still feel just horrible. I feel that I may have been the cause of their deaths.
There must be a lesson in all this, but except the one not to trust which after a certain point is impossible, I don't know what it is. I'm moving on, but I still feel horrible.