TheWhiteknife |
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Nine years ago, I adopted a cat who was hurt by a car. The veterinarians were going to put him to sleep, but as he lay there, mangled and bloody and awaiting the needle, he began to purr when the vet touched him. The vets decided then to save him and sent him into surgery. His right front leg was amputated and his back right leg had a steel rod inserted, assuring that it would never again bend below his hip. The humane society put an ad in the paper looking for someone to adopt and I responded. That was one of the best decisions that I've ever made. I put antibacterial on his wounds, massaged his leg to make sure it got blood flow, and kept his steel rod from getting caught on everything (it actually stuck out from his skin), until the day that the surgeons removed it. The following years were full of some really good times and some really terrible, terrible times. There were days when I felt that I did'nt have a friend in the world. But the one constant was that Mervin was always happy when he saw me. That meant alot to me. There are so many stupid little things that I'm going to miss. I'm going to miss not being able to read a newspaper without a cat plopping down on it. I'm going to miss not being be able to open a tin can without hearing hearing a plaintive meow. And I'm going to miss my warm ball of fur that goes to bed whenever I do and wakes up when I do, no matter the hour.
So in short, If you have a pet, pet them and love them today, for me. Because today, I cannot do so.