Babies

It was a sad morning for me.  I pulled up at my Garson spot, where I rescued Gemma last this past winter and who is still missing from her adoptive home in the city after a month, and I walked across the expansive grassy field to the back where the shelter is set up behind a long brick garage type structure.

I bent down to straighten out the towel inside, and noticed a dead kitten.  As I looked beyond that, there was another one.  They each were maybe 5-6 weeks old.  Little baby tabbies.  Their tiny bodies - the lower half to be exact, were stripped down to their little skeletons.  Something must have eaten them.  It was definitely not a sight for the squeamish, and for the first time in  long time, tears welled up in my eyes.  I have become quite hardened to death out there after having picked up so many dead cats off the streets over my lifetime.  But when you see innocent babies like that, your heart breaks.

I gently picked each one up by its scruff, and placed them close to one another on the towel, swaddling them.  When I got home, I placed them in another soft little blanket someone made and donated to me, with kitty prints on it.  A hole in my yard was dug, a prayer was said, and they were buried together peacefully.  May God rest their tiny souls.

This is the reason why TNR - trap neuter return  - is so important.  We must stop the cycle of cats having babies out there.  I can feed them and shelter them, but I can't protect them.  Please do your part in helping with the overpopulation of animals in our world.  Whatever you can do - if each person took responsibility for the life of even just one animal, we wouldn't have tragedies like this.

Thanks, and have a great day.