I feel so sad for someone. 
(I'll try to keep this short)
I have been employed, for a couple of years, by someone to take care of his cat, whenever he leaves town. I feed the cat, scoop the litter box, etc. I mistakenly called this cat a "psycho cat". He had his problems. He was very stand-offish, and growled and hissed and once swiped at me and scratched me and drew blood. I had given him a treat and as he was eating, I reached down to give him another one and I obviously surprised him - hence the swiping and scratching.
I told his owner, when he asked how it went, that Sylvester kept his distance and I kept mine. I didn't mention that he had scratched me. I had almost made up my mind not to accept the job again, and then his owner said, "I'm so sorry. I think when I adopted him, he had previously been abused." And he called him his "little buddy". Of course, my whole attitude toward this cat changed.
Sylvester and I never became friends, but I made sure I would give him catnip, and talk to him and sing to him whenever I went over.
I was scheduled to take care of him next week, for a couple of days. His owner called me this morning and said, "Sylvester passed away yesterday," and then he started crying. I hardly know this guy, but my heart was breaking for him. We had a little conversation. I don't think he's ever lost a pet. He didn't know what to do. Sylvester was 14 years old, and it happened very suddenly....what I came to understand was it was cancer, that had been undetected, because he was fine until he stopped eating.
RIP Sylvester.
(I'll try to keep this short)I have been employed, for a couple of years, by someone to take care of his cat, whenever he leaves town. I feed the cat, scoop the litter box, etc. I mistakenly called this cat a "psycho cat". He had his problems. He was very stand-offish, and growled and hissed and once swiped at me and scratched me and drew blood. I had given him a treat and as he was eating, I reached down to give him another one and I obviously surprised him - hence the swiping and scratching.
I told his owner, when he asked how it went, that Sylvester kept his distance and I kept mine. I didn't mention that he had scratched me. I had almost made up my mind not to accept the job again, and then his owner said, "I'm so sorry. I think when I adopted him, he had previously been abused." And he called him his "little buddy". Of course, my whole attitude toward this cat changed.
Sylvester and I never became friends, but I made sure I would give him catnip, and talk to him and sing to him whenever I went over.
I was scheduled to take care of him next week, for a couple of days. His owner called me this morning and said, "Sylvester passed away yesterday," and then he started crying. I hardly know this guy, but my heart was breaking for him.
We had a little conversation. I don't think he's ever lost a pet. He didn't know what to do. Sylvester was 14 years old, and it happened very suddenly....what I came to understand was it was cancer, that had been undetected, because he was fine until he stopped eating.RIP Sylvester.
will be in good company and well cared for at the Rainbow Bridge. It's those left behind who suffer the pain.
, Sylvester. You were loved.
