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DH's police friend found a starving, near-dead, encrusted with cow manure cat in a snowbank 2 days ago, & asked if we could foster him. We did. It seems someone may have tried to smother the cat with manure. I rehydrated him with an eyedropper every 2 hours. He seemed to be getting better each day (I had him quarantined). This morning, he actually got out of his bed, and drank water from the bowl, and was walking around the room, and relaxing. I was on cloud nine! I had taken the day off yesterday to tend to him, and felt he would be just fine if I went back to work today.
When I came home today, I rushed upstairs to check on Gandalf. He was dead.
Our friend told us that, in the course of his work, he sees animals that the Amish farmers kill this way, when they can't be bothered to have them spayed/neutered. He can't divulge all the details, but we get the idea that this was the case with Gandalf. His poor face had dried cow manure all over it, and his mouth was caked closed with it. He also had it on his tail end.
Thank God I can't find out the name of the beasts that did this. All I will say is that I'm pretty good on the gun range. Read into that what you wish.
The Amish around here are notorious for running puppy mills, BTW, and are often cited for cruelty toward their horses, cats and dogs. I know not everyone is as crazy as we are about pets, but do those people have to abuse them?
We are so heart-broken. We really thought he would make it. I started the day with tears--of happiness. I ended the day with tears--of sorrow. DH just got done burying him. I asked to shampoo him, to get the rest of the cow manure off him. I couldn't bear the thought of him going to his grave dirty (I didn't try to get all of the dung off, only any on his face. I didn't want to get him really wet, nor move him around needlessly). I wrapped him in the brand-new red fuzzy blanket he never got to use.
When I came home today, I rushed upstairs to check on Gandalf. He was dead.
Our friend told us that, in the course of his work, he sees animals that the Amish farmers kill this way, when they can't be bothered to have them spayed/neutered. He can't divulge all the details, but we get the idea that this was the case with Gandalf. His poor face had dried cow manure all over it, and his mouth was caked closed with it. He also had it on his tail end.
Thank God I can't find out the name of the beasts that did this. All I will say is that I'm pretty good on the gun range. Read into that what you wish.
The Amish around here are notorious for running puppy mills, BTW, and are often cited for cruelty toward their horses, cats and dogs. I know not everyone is as crazy as we are about pets, but do those people have to abuse them?
We are so heart-broken. We really thought he would make it. I started the day with tears--of happiness. I ended the day with tears--of sorrow. DH just got done burying him. I asked to shampoo him, to get the rest of the cow manure off him. I couldn't bear the thought of him going to his grave dirty (I didn't try to get all of the dung off, only any on his face. I didn't want to get him really wet, nor move him around needlessly). I wrapped him in the brand-new red fuzzy blanket he never got to use.