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September 5, 2007
Still...
I am still crying over my little Puss Cat. I thought today it would be better, but I can't seem to stop the tears. The thought of him sitting down there confused and scared and feeling abandoned is tearing me apart. I can't help but wonder if it would have been better if I had just had him put down... that way he wouldn't be going through cold nights alone in a cage, waiting for me to show up and take him home.
I suppose it is normal to be sad, but I find myself going through the stages of grief as if a family member had died. No, Worse. Maybe kidnapped or run away. I have even felt a chill of desperation creep over me- to have someone else go adopt him and bring him back to his family. I mean, he's already fucked up the floor... how much worse can it get? Even now, I am thinking of other ways that maybe I could have fixed the problem.
My mind is racing so fast my hair may catch fire, and behind all of it is a constant flood of tears. The lump in my throat has become so large and painful at times that I couldn't swallow or catch my breath. I am just so sad, and downtrodden with misery, guilt, and heartache.
A health tip for my readers... if you are going to go through a trauma, and will be crying for an extended period of time... Try not to do so when you are also trying to fight off a cold.
Posted by TheFreud at September 5, 2007 11:48 PM
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Usually you get a cold because you are havin' a tough stressful time. :/
Posted by: Chivaun at September 6, 2007 3:40 AM
I came to see how you're doing. Of course you're sad. What I said yesterday, he's better off comfy in a cage, than to be dumped and unwanted on the street. People with hearts for animals, like you and me, are caring for him.
Posted by: annie at September 6, 2007 4:49 AM
I've worked in lots of those shelters on and off through the years, and all of the ones I volunteered for worked their hinies off to make the cats happy and healthy, 'cause that way they can find the right person and fall in love all over again. Just the fact that they made a special effort to get him in there speaks volumes about their commitment. He'll be fine! He'll make new friends, get lots of attention, and one day soon the right family will walk in there and he'll choose them. Believe me; he doesn't need to see them to know they're the people he wants. :)
You did everything you felt you could do, hon. You tried EVERYTHING, and it just didn't work. But you did your level best, and he knew he was loved, and you loved him enough to help him find a better environment. Hang on to that.
Posted by: Christi at September 7, 2007 9:13 PM
