Kirsten
12-10-2004, 01:21 PM
(Please don't read this when you're easily offended.)
Another precious little kitty soul went to the RB this evening.
I just came home from work with my car and when I was almost there, I saw something lying in the street, only a few metres away from my house. My heart sank when I saw it was a kitty, and that it was obviously dead. It was dark, and all I could see was that it was a tabby. Please don't blame me, but my first thought (or fear) was that one of my girls has slipped out when I left earlier, so I rushed into my apartment to look for Luna and Lily. They were there, so I went back to the kitty.
It was lying on the street, and I thought the least thing I could do was to lay it down on the sidewalk, that no more cars can ran over it. At the same time, several other neighbors showed up to look for a cat, each of them relieved when they saw it wasn't their's, but also very sad for the poor kitty and its humans. Nobody knew this cat, so we agreed to put it aside; away from the street, but to leave it on the sidewalk so its humans would be able to find it there - just in case somebody was looking for it. It was my task to move the cat, 'cause everyone else refused to touch the body. It was still warm, even though the ground was frozen, and for a second I thought it was still alive, but it wasn't. Blood ran out of its left ear, and - oh it was so horrible - the eyes had come out of the head (I'm sorry for being so graphic, but these are images that haunt me now, when I'm looking into my girls beautiful eyes). I don't know what the neighbors may think of me, but I petted the kitty's fur for a while, even though I knew it couldn't feel that touch anymore.
When I looked up, I saw the most heartbreaking thing: Aside, in the bushes, sat a beautiful Orangie looking at us and the dead kitty, staring at the scene - and I swear this poor kitty was mourning its friend! When we finally left, it still sat there, watching the dead body...
I don't know if we made the right decision to leave the cat there, but to me, it seemed to be the best thing to do in this situation. I hope that poor kitty didn't have to suffer too long (I suppose it didn't since there seemed to be severe cranial injuries), and that its humans will find the body, so they don't have to wonder all their lives why their kitty didn't come home.
My thoughts are with this little kitty soul tonight, and its humans, and its little poor kitty friend with the mournful eyes.
Kirsten
Another precious little kitty soul went to the RB this evening.
I just came home from work with my car and when I was almost there, I saw something lying in the street, only a few metres away from my house. My heart sank when I saw it was a kitty, and that it was obviously dead. It was dark, and all I could see was that it was a tabby. Please don't blame me, but my first thought (or fear) was that one of my girls has slipped out when I left earlier, so I rushed into my apartment to look for Luna and Lily. They were there, so I went back to the kitty.
It was lying on the street, and I thought the least thing I could do was to lay it down on the sidewalk, that no more cars can ran over it. At the same time, several other neighbors showed up to look for a cat, each of them relieved when they saw it wasn't their's, but also very sad for the poor kitty and its humans. Nobody knew this cat, so we agreed to put it aside; away from the street, but to leave it on the sidewalk so its humans would be able to find it there - just in case somebody was looking for it. It was my task to move the cat, 'cause everyone else refused to touch the body. It was still warm, even though the ground was frozen, and for a second I thought it was still alive, but it wasn't. Blood ran out of its left ear, and - oh it was so horrible - the eyes had come out of the head (I'm sorry for being so graphic, but these are images that haunt me now, when I'm looking into my girls beautiful eyes). I don't know what the neighbors may think of me, but I petted the kitty's fur for a while, even though I knew it couldn't feel that touch anymore.
When I looked up, I saw the most heartbreaking thing: Aside, in the bushes, sat a beautiful Orangie looking at us and the dead kitty, staring at the scene - and I swear this poor kitty was mourning its friend! When we finally left, it still sat there, watching the dead body...
I don't know if we made the right decision to leave the cat there, but to me, it seemed to be the best thing to do in this situation. I hope that poor kitty didn't have to suffer too long (I suppose it didn't since there seemed to be severe cranial injuries), and that its humans will find the body, so they don't have to wonder all their lives why their kitty didn't come home.
My thoughts are with this little kitty soul tonight, and its humans, and its little poor kitty friend with the mournful eyes.
Kirsten