Today, as I look out at our feral. freeroamer, stray cat colony, I am both sad and happy. I am happy that we have helped and enriched the lives of these animals. I am proud of all the vets, and clinics and others who have helped us over the years, I am gratful that we have been able to find homes for so many of our friends. But I am sad. I wonder what happend to the first of our ferals, Freak, Fluffers, and a few others who never came back to us. I know we take a chance by loving these animals, becomming attached. I know we have to be ready to let go, watch them walk away, but had I known it would be the last time... Our colony got larger after they left, strange, we lose two, gain four. But I remeber them as the first, they had just gotten to the point where we could get near them, close enough to touch, but we didn't dare, not to scare them away... I miss the firsts as I call them. We only have few left of the original nine, but we hve many more furbabies now. This does not deminish my feelings of forelorn for those few we could not help save. It helps that these few were the start of it all, Our little colony of nine, now twenty, that helps alittle.
Sorry for rambling, just a hard day.
Sorry for rambling, just a hard day.