I am even worse....
Like almost every child, I wanted a dog when I was little. One day my mom took me out of school to go to the doctors for shots, when surprise, surprise, she was taking me to get a puppy from a litter of eight. They were Black lab golden retriever mixes, and I was just nine years old. Chipper was a rambunctious little pup, and as I was nine years old, I really didn't know how to train him properly, besides teaching him to go outside, and to sit. So after being draged around on a leash by him for a couple of months, and after we moved to missouri, he became an outside dog. The neighbors, they had NINE puppies plus two kittens whos mother had been run over (they let the puppies and the kittens run free ???!!!!) The neighbors were nice and you guessed it, the kitties came home with me, and I probably would have taken a puppy to but they gave them all away except for one. Well, Pigger and Frisky came into our lives. At the time we had Rosco (still with us) and cuddles.(showed up at k-mart one day and my mom picked her up)
Boy we did not know what we were getting into when we got pigger and frisky. They told every stray cat within a five mile radius "FREE FOOD HERE" and so soon we were joined by Mask, Fluffy, Bozo, Screech, and Scar (who I think was their father) the little kid next door got a black kitten and named him Winky, lo and behold Pigger and Frisky brought HIM over too.
So then we had three outdoor/indoor cats, and two indoor cats, plus all the strays. One day three four dogs moved into our shed, and we had no idea where they came from. We asked along our neighborhood and one person said the black one was theirs, so now we had only three dogs living in our shed. Then this afghan mix came from somewhere, and my mom was fed up with it and called the pound. We learned the next day that the three dogs lived next door to the first dog, and we were peeved because the people only wanted us to feed their dogs, and the dogs were already at the pound.
Then we were moving back to Wisconsin, and my mom told me "you can only take one cat, or the dog" I could have cried for days. She was taking Rosco, of course, that was her cat. BUt I had to choose between four cats and my dog. Pigger, Frisky, and Winky were such pals, a little trio of pest killing happiness (Frisky birds, pigger mice/moles, winky frogs/rabbits) cuddles wasnt really my cat at all, she was my moms and I knew she wanted me to pick cuddles. Chipper had become very excitable, you couldnt walk him on a leash, and he barked at other people, and even attacked the chow next door twice. So in the end I ended up picking pigger, because I knew I would need a friend. Pigger would lie next to me at night and let me put his arms around him. He wouldnt leave me until I fell asleep. Frisky and winky were more tight knit, more outside cats. We didn't leave them outside however, we took all three cats to a shelter, were most likely they were put down. Oh how I wish I could have at least kept the trio together....
Chipper got off to a happier ending, being a "breed" that is recognized by the AKC, he was given to a friend of my mothers who wished to breed him.
The saddest part is that one year after we moved back to wisconsin, my step dad and mom got a divorce( that isnt the sad part, lol.. that was the good part) but my mom and I had to live with friends because she couldnt drive and didnt have a job, she was a full time mom. She had to leave Rosco at the ex step-fathers, and pigger had to stay too. She would go visit my step sister sometimes, and I would go with, but I wouldnt go in the house and see "him" (reffering to the step-dad) and my mom would never bring pigger out. When I think of it now I think she was conditioning me to leave him, the same old "With one cat it is hard enough to find a place to live"
I still remember how he used to cuddle in my arms until I would fall asleep. I will never have a cat like him again.
He was taken to a shelter, where my mom checked on him frequently, because I told her if he was to be put to sleep, I wanted to get him back. Our shelter is mostly a no kill, unless the cat is seriously ill or very much so unadoptable. They delt with his litter issues, commented on how he was such a loving cat, and my mom told me he was adopted.
Most likely she lied to me about that. Probably Chipper too.
I hope they are all playing together over the Rainbow Bridge, and that one day I will see them again when it is my time.
Wow, I havent cried in such a long time.
I will never abandon a pet again. I even turned down a full scholarship with room and board to be a graphic designer, because I couldnt have my cats, and my mom wouldnt take care of them. I couldnt bare to be apart from them anyways.
I am such a cat lady.
If you'll excuse me, I am going to go give my cats a hug and tell them I will never let them go.