I just wanted to say that I really admire all of you who are out in the trenches every day doing cat rescue. You are certainly a special breed.
I could never do it. I know there are thousands and thousands of cats that need help. I love cats, but guess I need to protect myself. I know that's selfish.
A month ago I was riding my bike when I saw something in the road up ahead. I thought it was probably a dead squirrel, but then I saw it move. I got closer and realized it was a kitten...probably only five or six weeks old. His one front leg was almost completely torn off. It was hanging by the skin and I could see the bone. I had to pick him up and get him out of the street. I didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already was hurt, but I had no choice but to move him. With that a fellow animal lover came along in a pick up truck. After loading my bike into the truck we took off for the vet. She operated and he came through the surgery fine, but died a short while later. Actually, that was four weeks ago today. I'm still thinking about that poor little kitten. How I wish this story could have had a happy ending. He had been through so much and I wanted him to have a long and happy life.
I guess I just don't want to deal with unhappy endings. I could not turn my back on an animal I happened to come across, but I could never go out looking for them or working at a shelter, etc. I couldn't even foster them because then I'd feel terrible giving them up.
I really don't know how you all do it...day in and day out.
I could never do it. I know there are thousands and thousands of cats that need help. I love cats, but guess I need to protect myself. I know that's selfish.
A month ago I was riding my bike when I saw something in the road up ahead. I thought it was probably a dead squirrel, but then I saw it move. I got closer and realized it was a kitten...probably only five or six weeks old. His one front leg was almost completely torn off. It was hanging by the skin and I could see the bone. I had to pick him up and get him out of the street. I didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already was hurt, but I had no choice but to move him. With that a fellow animal lover came along in a pick up truck. After loading my bike into the truck we took off for the vet. She operated and he came through the surgery fine, but died a short while later. Actually, that was four weeks ago today. I'm still thinking about that poor little kitten. How I wish this story could have had a happy ending. He had been through so much and I wanted him to have a long and happy life.
I guess I just don't want to deal with unhappy endings. I could not turn my back on an animal I happened to come across, but I could never go out looking for them or working at a shelter, etc. I couldn't even foster them because then I'd feel terrible giving them up.
I really don't know how you all do it...day in and day out.