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...for the first time after 4 wonderful years!
Mods, feel free to move this to S.O.S. if it is more appropriate there.
I really just want to pay tribe to the poor souls that died this morning. The best part about it? I got asked who to euthanize....these were all my choices. I have never had to do something so hard in my life.
Cooper was a big, fat, old guy. He was neutered & front declawed, but he wasn't pretty. He didn't eat enough food & had lost 2 lbs in the month he had been at the shelter. He refused to come out of his cage. He was the first one I chose because he was miserable. No one wanted him. We even looked for a barn where he could be closed in & live out the rest of his life. He was only 8 years old. Cooper had been there for at least a month.
Sophie was a young mamma cat. She came in with 4 kittens. She was put on anti depressants because she was ripping out her fur. Through it all, her personality shined through. After weeks on the meds, she was no better, she didn't eat much, she was so skinny every rib could be seen, she had loose bloody stolls(stoll samples were - for anything). The stress was just getting to her. She was a gorgeous torbie...the vet guessed at about 10 months old. Sophie "made the cut" originally, she was safe. Then when I went to clean her cage she had a panic attack & scratched the daylights out of me. Sophie had only been there 3 weeks.
Tasha was a stray picked up the a cop. She was black with the cutest white spot on her chest. She came in with her eyes ripped up, mostly just around here eyes, but her eyeballs were scratched a little. After being treated for that, she developed a URI. She was having such a hard time battling it. She was on her second course of anti-biotics, & she just wasn't getting better like she should have. I think, with time, she could have healed, but I chose her. She didn't eat much, was visibly skinny, her cot was dull, & she didn't even respond to attention. Tasha was probably a young adult.
Chloe was one of our longest residents. She was spayed & declawed. She sprayed. Not UTI, just had issues. She was on our list of cats to euthanize already because of the spraying, but we agreed to give her until the end of the month to get adopted, we just couldn't wait. Chloe was very vocal, loved tummy rubs, & was so sweet. She has gotten progressively more aggressive as time went on at the shelter. She got to the point where she would attack other cats in their cages. She had a home, & we held her for 2 weeks for them, but they never showed for her. Chloe was only 3 years old(today was her birthday).
I feel like I had to put down four of my own cats. I become so attached to these guys. I cried myself to sleep last night. If no one gets adopted or we don't find farm homes for some cats, next week I will have to do the same!
Mods, feel free to move this to S.O.S. if it is more appropriate there.
I really just want to pay tribe to the poor souls that died this morning. The best part about it? I got asked who to euthanize....these were all my choices. I have never had to do something so hard in my life.
Cooper was a big, fat, old guy. He was neutered & front declawed, but he wasn't pretty. He didn't eat enough food & had lost 2 lbs in the month he had been at the shelter. He refused to come out of his cage. He was the first one I chose because he was miserable. No one wanted him. We even looked for a barn where he could be closed in & live out the rest of his life. He was only 8 years old. Cooper had been there for at least a month.
Sophie was a young mamma cat. She came in with 4 kittens. She was put on anti depressants because she was ripping out her fur. Through it all, her personality shined through. After weeks on the meds, she was no better, she didn't eat much, she was so skinny every rib could be seen, she had loose bloody stolls(stoll samples were - for anything). The stress was just getting to her. She was a gorgeous torbie...the vet guessed at about 10 months old. Sophie "made the cut" originally, she was safe. Then when I went to clean her cage she had a panic attack & scratched the daylights out of me. Sophie had only been there 3 weeks.
Tasha was a stray picked up the a cop. She was black with the cutest white spot on her chest. She came in with her eyes ripped up, mostly just around here eyes, but her eyeballs were scratched a little. After being treated for that, she developed a URI. She was having such a hard time battling it. She was on her second course of anti-biotics, & she just wasn't getting better like she should have. I think, with time, she could have healed, but I chose her. She didn't eat much, was visibly skinny, her cot was dull, & she didn't even respond to attention. Tasha was probably a young adult.
Chloe was one of our longest residents. She was spayed & declawed. She sprayed. Not UTI, just had issues. She was on our list of cats to euthanize already because of the spraying, but we agreed to give her until the end of the month to get adopted, we just couldn't wait. Chloe was very vocal, loved tummy rubs, & was so sweet. She has gotten progressively more aggressive as time went on at the shelter. She got to the point where she would attack other cats in their cages. She had a home, & we held her for 2 weeks for them, but they never showed for her. Chloe was only 3 years old(today was her birthday).
I feel like I had to put down four of my own cats. I become so attached to these guys. I cried myself to sleep last night. If no one gets adopted or we don't find farm homes for some cats, next week I will have to do the same!