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RB Stray Cat
A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He
stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing). We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and* Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get at the office where he'd be left alone every night. We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge. ------ Krista Sick of seeing this |
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LOL wrote:
A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing). We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and* Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get at the office where he'd be left alone every night. We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge. ------ Krista Sick of seeing this Poor little guy. He was lucky to find you to care for him even for just a short time. Purrs for you and the little feller. Helen Wheels |
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I'm so sorry to hear this, Krista. Purrs to you and Dave for caring about
the little mite and doing what you could for him. He probably got the best gift he could have. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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This story brings tears to me....how many @ the Bridge lived lives like his,
with only a sample of loving care and a full belly, trusting no hoomins in their misery? Purrs to you who made his last days bearable, and ended his sickness and hard life with the merciful needle. "m. L. Briggs" wrote in message ... : On 26 Mar 2004 21:24:50 -0800, (LOL) : wrote: : : A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He : stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door : and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a : miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach : him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to : him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just : didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third : eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to : see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing). : : We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he : didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who : called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after : seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and* : Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being : unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able : to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike : won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much : more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get : at the office where he'd be left alone every night. : : We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get : attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired : gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four : neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say : for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun : during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope : in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge. : : ------ : Krista : Sick of seeing this : Many purrs that he is greeted at the Bridge by loving friends. |
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Poor guy.
helen s --This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove fame & fortune **$om $ --Due to financial crisis the light at the end of the tunnel is switched off-- |
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On 26 Mar 2004 21:24:50 -0800, (LOL)
wrote: It's always sad to hear about these cases. I remember a few years ago talking to one of our local animal control guys. He said that the average life expectancy for a stray was 5 to six years, what with traffic, lack of proper food, and the inevitable infections from fights. Thanks for taking the time to help him, although I'm sure everyone wishes he could have been saved. Like you said, at least you were there to ease him over the RB, which is sometimes the best we can do. Purrs going out for the street weary guy, and a candle is lit to guide him on his journey over the RB. -- Steve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html |
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We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get
attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge. ------ Krista Sick of seeing this Krista, I am so sorry it didn't come to a better end. I truly believe that kitty love and compassion, even if just at the end, and that's so much better than never. Thank you so much for caring, and I am sending purrs not just for the kitty but for your big heart. Sherry |
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LOL wrote:
A stray cat had been hanging around the office for a week or so. He stayed close, but never let us near him. He would come to the door and yell for food, and spent most of the rest of his time in a miserable-looking huddle. When one of the other cats would approach him, he would cringe and cry; when Dave or I got anywhere close to him, he'd run. He was very skinny with sadly bedraggled fur; he just didn't look like a happy cat, and quite often you could see his third eyelid (dumb us thought at first he had cataracts, though he seemed to see okay - it took us a while to realize what we were seeing). We finally managed to trap him today; I was starting to think he didn't weigh enough to set off the trap. We took him to TED, who called about an hour later to let us know that, as he suspected after seeing all the battle scars, the poor thing was positive for FIV *and* Feline Leukemia, and he recommended euthanasia. We agreed, being unable to give such a sick kitty the care he'd need and not being able to think of anyone we knew who'd be willing to take him in. Mike won't allow another cat at the house, and though Oz and Tiger are much more flexible, the poor kitty would need more attention than he'd get at the office where he'd be left alone every night. We deliberately hadn't named the poor little guy or let ourselves get attached, for this very reason. He was a beautiful semi-longhaired gray and black tabby with slanted green eyes, a white bib and four neat white feet. He'd obviously had a hard life. The best I can say for him is that he got some good meals and some nice naps in the sun during his last few days. He deserved better than he got, and I hope in spite of my doubts that he has someone to meet him at the Bridge. ------ Krista Sick of seeing this How very sad, I will light a candle for the cat with no name. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Milo & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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