Every time I take the dogs to the groomer at Petsmart, I just have to stop by the adoption center and check out all the kitties. I always find at least one that I would love to bring home, but with my son's 2 cats, we have agreed on our limit of 2 dogs and 2 cats, so it's not an option for adoption of another. I keep saying that I'm not even going to just look anymore, since I leave the store feeling bad that I can't bring another home. Yesterday was no exception.
In addition to the regular group from the Humane Society, they had about a dozen from a local rescue group, and they were all special needs cats. Of course I had to read the card on each cage that listed their bio. How sad! Some were deaf, one was deaf and blind in one eye, another with brain damage, another with partial paralysis, but the one that grabbed me had such a sad story. His/her (? - I didin't take note of that) story just made me sick. He was named Gypsy aka Buckshot, and was a huge and beautiful long haired orange and white, and probably part Maine Coon - about 2 years old. He was found as a stray - emaciated, matted, and full of buckshot!How could someone do that??? He was vetted and most of the buckshot removed, altho some remains in his shoulder and therefore he will develop arthritis as he ages. He obviously thrived in his foster home, and looked like the picture of health. What an absolute sweetheart he is - so mellow - and he just hammed it up for me - rolling around and showing me his big beautiful belly and wanting scritches and belly rubs. It broke my heart to have to leave without him. I was so upset - I just wanted to snatch him up and bring him home. How could anybody have been so cruel and abusive to such a beautiful animal - or any animal??? Sometimes I just hate my fellow man.
Then after I got home, I realized that I got so wrapped up in that cat, that I forgot to leave a tip for the groomer. That made me feel even worse. So now I have to call the store this morning and find which groomer did the poochies, then go back down and leave her a tip. Of course I'll probably go talk to "my cat" again and leave the store feeling down in the dumps again. I'm just a big marshmallow - I hate it!!! I wish I was tough sometimes........
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