Rest you gentle, Mr. Hissypants, dream you deep. Your pawprints are on my heart forever.
Early yesterday morning, a large dog, either Siberian Husky or Malamute, came up on the porch that I share with my darling neighbor, Jazzie, and snatched Mr. Hissypants (one of the ferals I feed) up by the backend. We both heard the commotion, and ran out, and were growled at aggressively as we tried to frighten the dog into dropping HP. He took off with Mr. Hissypants in his mouth, eventually dropping him in a yard across the parking lot. We called the police, but the dog left JUST before they got there. I gave the officer a blanket from my bed to wrap Mr. Hissypants in to transport him, HOPING that a familiar scent would be of come comfort, as he had begun to seek strokes and affection from me. The officer told us that either both back legs or his back, or possibly both, were broken, and he would almost certainly be euthanized, which, it breaks my heart to say, I expected from the violence of the attack. He left to take HP to the vet, and we spoke with the other officers, who then went to search for the dog. Both A. J. and Cassidy were present when the dog came, and took off. Have not seen them since, but didn't really expect to for at least 2-3 days.
My heart is broken, yet again. But Mr. Hissypants had several weeks of being stroked, and told what a fine tomcat he was. I am so glad he had that.
Early yesterday morning, a large dog, either Siberian Husky or Malamute, came up on the porch that I share with my darling neighbor, Jazzie, and snatched Mr. Hissypants (one of the ferals I feed) up by the backend. We both heard the commotion, and ran out, and were growled at aggressively as we tried to frighten the dog into dropping HP. He took off with Mr. Hissypants in his mouth, eventually dropping him in a yard across the parking lot. We called the police, but the dog left JUST before they got there. I gave the officer a blanket from my bed to wrap Mr. Hissypants in to transport him, HOPING that a familiar scent would be of come comfort, as he had begun to seek strokes and affection from me. The officer told us that either both back legs or his back, or possibly both, were broken, and he would almost certainly be euthanized, which, it breaks my heart to say, I expected from the violence of the attack. He left to take HP to the vet, and we spoke with the other officers, who then went to search for the dog. Both A. J. and Cassidy were present when the dog came, and took off. Have not seen them since, but didn't really expect to for at least 2-3 days.
My heart is broken, yet again. But Mr. Hissypants had several weeks of being stroked, and told what a fine tomcat he was. I am so glad he had that.
I know how attached we get to our feral wards, especially the ones that will only allow us to love them on their own terms.
Atleast you were there for him and he knows that.
