When writing this blog, which I began back in 2008, I try to keep it light, yet real, sharing stories of what I see out on the streets while feeding the many many homeless cats roaming this city. I have friends that don't like to read this blog because they will see a picture, or read something sad. I am the same way. I cannot watch those nature shows where the beasts are chasing other beasts and killing them. I can't even go into the city shelter, or Lollypop as I have a hard time seeing animals in cages. I remember going to RAS once and sat in the parking lot and sobbed. I watched as volunteers walked the dogs outside and it broke my heart knowing those dogs did not have homes of their own.
Yet I have to share what I see, whether its sad or not, because this is my life, and I have a need to share what others might not be aware of, whats happening under our noses that we/you might not know about. Spreading these stories, I believe, helps the animals in the long run.
This morning I witnessed something heartbreaking to me. I pulled up to Niagara and did my normal feeding, calling the cats from across the street outside the gated apartment complex to the shelter, and I smelled something odd. I looked, and there was this kitty, looking very sick. Its tongue sort of hanging out of its mouth, body emaciated, tail wrapped around its back end, eyes watering, and I knew that was the smell. The cat is very sick. I did everything I could to reach in but it wouldn't let me get close. I placed some very wet shredded with gravy type wet food down for it, and it slowly lapped it up. You could tell it was having a hard time eating, as thin as it was.
I walked away from there toward the Jeep and I just wanted to burst out crying for that moment. I held it together, got in the car, steadied myself, and drove off. I thought - who can I call for help with this? I know of two drop trappers, but this kitty wouldn't be coming out of the shelter for a drop trap with so many other cats milling around. I thought, there is nothing I can do. If someone who was unemployed and would take the time to try and get the kitty, that would be great, but there is no one out there that will step up to the plate to do this. I am not blaming anyone. We all have things going on. I realized then and there, that I can't end the suffering of these cats under my watch. I can't fix everything. Its days like these that really get to me.
So there you have it. Please say a prayer for this little one. I took a picture of it so that you can visualize what you are praying for.
Have a nice day.
"Hear our humble prayer, O God,
for our friends the animals, your creatures.
We pray especially for all that are suffering in any way:
for the overworked and underfed,
the hunted, lost, or hungry;
for all in captivity or ill-treated,
and for those that must be put to death.
For those who deal with them,
we ask a gentle heart of compassion,
gentle hands, and kindly words.
Make us all true friends to animals
and worthy followers of our merciful Savior,