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 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.
RIP Sylvester.
