Friday was the month anniversary of Lyndsey's death. I was driving down my street in the morning and I noticed a cat by the side of the road. He looked so pitiful and close to the street that I stopped. He came right over and kept meowing. I went back home and got some food and water. He ate an entire can of cat food, a bowl of dry food and a bowl of water. Later that day I went door to door looking for an owner. I didn't find one so I took him home. I put a bed and blanket in a corner of our garage with food and water. He was so happy, he purred and ate all his food. He curled up and slept for a long time. My kids named him Tiger. I checked on him periodically. But I knew something wasn't right. I took him to the vet the next day. The vet said he was "very very sick". He said he was anemic, dehydrated and most likely had feline leukemia. He said there was nothing they could do and whatever they could do would not be enough and he would die. They put him to sleep.
I am just crushed. I had no intention of having another cat, but I can not turn away from an animal in need. Having just lost Lyndsey, I just feel smothered by loss. My only saving grace are the kind words of the vet office staff, who let me sob in the lobby while telling me I did the right thing. Thanks for listening.
I am just crushed. I had no intention of having another cat, but I can not turn away from an animal in need. Having just lost Lyndsey, I just feel smothered by loss. My only saving grace are the kind words of the vet office staff, who let me sob in the lobby while telling me I did the right thing. Thanks for listening.