I had planned on blogging tonight about the joy and fun that I'm having with our new foster kitten, Lloyd. David discovered him on a midnight kitchen run with the sink sponge in his mouth. He was having a great time.
But instead, I'm incredibly sad and angry.
I tried so hard to get my sweet white declawed boy out of the shelter. But I didn't try hard enough:
I should've taken him when I saw him.
I should've taken him when I saw that he was getting sick.
I should've advocated for him even more.
Today? I had a foster parent contact me that wanted to foster him - even if he was sick.
Today? I had an adopter that wanted to meet him tomorrow.
I'm so angry today I can hardly write.
I'm sorry Noel. I let you down. The "should haves" and "could haves" are really going to haunt me tonight.
It pisses me off that I have to shoulder this burden when his family dumped him there. I'm sure they had a great holiday while their cat sat in cold cage alone and sick. I'm grateful that the shelter worker saw that he was suffering and sent him to the vet where he could be humanely euthanized.
I'm sorry that I didn't get a chance to save his life. I didn't do enough for him. I'll probably take a Benadryl so that I can sleep tonight.