“If you go in I promise to take all the pain away”….
The husband made a promise to one of the feral cats (Manson) last week because he was badly injured. We waited, we set a trap and hoped that he would go in. He didn’t. Everyday we would look for him to see if he had passed. Everyday he surprised us and we had no idea what kept him going. I think he wanted the younger cats to mix with the small colony in the back 40. All this week I watched the younger ones spend more time back there with the elders (the back 40 cats are much older). The younger ones have been having a difficult time, lost if you will, since Manson became injured. This dude was like the pied piper, the young cats would just follow him everywhere.
This morning he sat by the feeder not moving I couldn’t even tell if he was breathing or not. The husband said he was still with us but most likely not for very much longer. The husband decided to see if Manson would let him pick him up and put him in a box. He did. This is one of many reasons I love this man. The husband kept his promise to this cat and took him to the vet who does all our TNR. Manson will be returned to us for this will be his final resting place. He was born here and this is where he shall remain with the rest of his family.
RIP buddy, he kept his promise.
I’m so sorry, girl.
I had a number of ferals at my dad’s that would get injured, and we never could get them until they were too far gone. It’s heartbreaking. I’m glad there are people like you and your husband looking out for them.
So sorry…
Ink – I knew you would understand. This is part of it that no one really talks about – the suck ass part. Sometimes I think when this happens that a small part of us dies with them.
Karen Anne – me to!
Oh honey. I am so sorry.
How are you guys doing?