Julie that is a terrible story! Shame on that shelter for doing that to you and that poor cat.
Katie, I am so sorry to hear that! The loss of a family member seems extra cruel in winter, to me.
My bestest friend ever, Beatrice the Boxer was 14 when she drowned. She had gotten doddery and slow and never left the yard so I let her out every day when I went to work and she would lie in the sun. I would find her under the basketball goal when I returned. I came home from work one day and I thought I saw her stand up under the goal and look towards me. I put my things away and came right back out to look at the gardens and found her drowned in my koi pond. I cried every day for a long time. I could barely hold it together at work. The loss and the self-recriminations and wondering just what had happened were horrible. That was 2003 and it still hurts to think about. I've had dogs before and since, but none have been as smart and intuitive and special as she was.
I'm glad Kobi can't read. His feelings would be hurt.
He is 15 and sitting beside me right now.
