It's been a long, hot, week. Adoptions have been good for an August and the never ending calls for cats that are in need continue. We have one more day in our Petsmart location for the month and I'm looking forward to being "off the clock" for another month.
Very few things about cat rescue give me anxiety more than three words: "FIP", "Ringworm" or "Distemper". I can handle anything - but when faced with a possible outbreak of any of the above, I want to shut down. We heard there was a small Distemper outbreak in the "high kill" shelter. Of course, we had just rescued a bunch of kittens so have been on "watch". I hate that. My anxiety rises and every call about diarrhea, or "quiet kitten" makes my stomach turn.
We know of a kind woman that found a cat and unknowingly took the cat to the local SPCA that is next door to the "high kill shelter". The woman spoke with the CEO of the SPCA personally and told her that after the cat is there for her standard "3 day stray time - she would adopt the cat! She was promised "nothing will happen to this cat.... I promise!" They immediately took the cat next door to the high kill shelter, where she was euthanized 3 days later.
Nobody from either agency called this woman. The cat died alone in an empty shelter cage when there was somebody who wanted her.
This kind of shit used to drive me insane. I'd go absolutely nuts, make calls and cry.
Now? It just makes me feel tired and beaten up.
What can I do? I have to keep pushing forward through stories like this. There are thousands of them every year. They used to empower me. Now I just add this to my ever growing mental list of sad stories that I can share with others that have a fresher outlook on this horrific situation.