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About 3 weeks ago, we adopted a very cute little guy named Ramone to a fabulous family:
But Ramone kept getting sicker. And sicker.
Another week went by and Dahlia contacted me about Ramone. Apparently, he had been in and out of the vets for several weeks. She was at a loss and needed some guidance.
Never once did Dahlia yell at me about "adopting out a sick cat to her".
Never once did Dahlia
Today she called from the vet. Ramone was dying. He was finally diagnosed with congenital kidney failure. The vet was recommending euthaniasia and she didn't want to do this until she spoke with me. I spoke with her and the vet. It was best for Ramone.
Dahlia didn't tell me I ran a "shitty rescue", or complained that she lost an adoption fee.
She asked me how to tell her children about Ramone's passing. She wants to become a volunteer driver for our rescue. She thanked me for emotionally supporting her through the past few weeks.
I hadn't cried for the loss of a cat in a long time. But I didn't cry for Ramone's loved passing. I cried in gratitude for Dahlia and her love, care and being a 100% *class act*. I didn't think a person like Dahlia existed anymore and I was losing hope.
Thank you for giving me some of my faith in humanity back. Enjoy your time at "The Bridge", Ramone. We lost another kitten in foster care this morning and I hope you find each other.