Yesterday in one of local papers, there was a story about a woman who adopted a cat in 2001. The cat had been left at a nearby plant and was brought to the area by another neighbor, but the other woman ultimately adopted her and named her Savannah.
Savannah was used to the outdoors and as our neighborhood is pretty safe (or so we thought), Savannah stayed out most of the time, visiting neighbors, being a friendly ambassador on the street and staying close to home.
A week ago, Judy, the woman who adopted her, was walking her dog and the dog kept barking and acted agitated. He led her to her back steps and there was Savannah, under the steps with blood on her.
They rushed her to the vet and by x-ray found that the cat had been shot with a high powered air rifle. She died a few hours later.
I didn't know Savannah or Judy, but the story broke my heart. Here was a lovely innocent animal that was brutally killed for no reason at all. The police are investigating, but who knows if the killer will ever be found?
Rest peacefully, Savannah. You were loved and will be missed.