I didn't sleep last night. I tossed and turned and fretted about my own 10 year old cat "Newman" who is having dental surgery this morning. Realistically, cats have dental surgery every day and most people drop them off at the vets, pick them up at the end of the day, pay the bill and go home.
I was thinking this morning how nice it would be if every cat had an opportunity to have somebody love them SO MUCH that their family didn't sleep the night before they have 3 teeth pulled. I suppose that's what I wish for every cat. That somebody loves them as much as I love my Newman.
There's been an unusual number of calls on our rescue's phone line over the past few weeks with people finding litters of kittens or a cat suddenly appearing at a back door. Strangely enough, the calls are ALL coming from the same city and the same area. It's driving me crazy to think that people are moving away and leaving their cats to fend for themselves. Cowards.
Because these telephone calls are all coming from the same city as the high kill shelter, I'm wondering if people think that the cats have a better chance of survival if left outside than to end up at that shelter. Every person that's called has said, "I don't want to take him/her to (the shelter) because they'll kill him/her." It's great that there's been lots of press and education about this shelter. But it's not so great that people are hesitant to bring lost cats or abandoned pets there.
There are a lot of things worse than being euthanized at the shelter. Ask the volunteers who take care of feral colonies, or people who have witnessed torture of animals.
So yes. I wish every cat had a home and not just any home...but a home where somebody loses sleep with worry for them. That's a lot to ask.
Today, I'll be waiting by the phone to hear how my little Newman did with her surgery. Until she's back home, a little piece of me will be missing.