Bob Dies

Bob was euthanized yesterday. Bob was a manx stray, who showed up at a residence along Highway 34. They had also had a female dropped off there pregnant who promptly had seven kittens. I got that mom cat fixed awhile back, then six of her kittens were fixed at the December 17 Neuterscooter clinic. The seventh hopefully will be fixed next week. These folks, taking care of these strays, have little money, just big fat hearts. They're so kind.

So when they called me that Bob, the manx, with the limp, was having trouble, I went over. I also called the nearby barn people, because she had told me once she thought that cat originally came from her barn. She thought it was the manx male she rescued from some man who refused to take him to the vet when he got a broken pelvis and could barely walk. So she took him to the vet and then kept that cat until he healed well enough to be turned loose.

So she went over, too, and offered to take Bob to her vet, even though it turned out this previously neutered manx was not the one she had rescued years before. The cat had a mass in its abdomin, and was in severe pain. Bob was euthanized. I tried to call the caretaker up, but she didn't answer and that is something you don't leave on a message machine. She so loves those strays. So I called her husband at work with the news. It will hurt them. They're such kind people, although tough.

It is has been a good thing for me in doing this cat work to meet some very good people. These people have no money, and they are people who have lived through hard times. They're tough. And yet they defend and care for the strays around where they live, with just wide open hearts. And that stables lady taking in a cat to her vet and paying the costs, like the biblical Good Samaritan, that's wonderful, too.