Tags: Cats, Good causes
These past couple days have just been a whirlwind. I have gone non-stop since Wednesday and I feel as though now I am taking a few moments to breathe.
It became apparent to me last week that this little thing was so stressed and tense in my home with my curious little Ellie. Obviously, she had been tortured and stalked by dogs and cats of a lesser sociable nature in the past and had some preconceived negative ideas about the motives of my beloveds.
I came to realize that she could not stay-and birth kittens-in my home, no matter how much she had endeared herself to me. (This is saying a lot from a person who in the past has referred to herself as “not a cat person”!)
I called Julia and she was a lifesaver. I packed Kitty up to take her to a nearby hospital to have some tests run and to turn her over to her new foster parent. We were sitting in the waiting room, little Momma in my lap because I knew I would miss her, when she started to do some very funny breathing. One woman even went so far as to look at me from across the room and say, “your cat doesn’t look so good.”
Obviously, between the pantings and the pounding on her tummy, it seemed to me and to the vet tech that she had gone into labor. I almost lost it. Not only was I going to have to give her up, but I was going to have to do it when she was already in labor! I was about to really cry huge amounts of tears when they called us back to do the tests. They proceeded to poke her and draw some blood and she was a champ. I was the one who needed the comfort. We went back to the waiting room to await the results and prepare for the transfer to her new Mom. I continued to try not to cry.
I did not succeed. I cried. I cried pretty hard. I am aware that I looked like an idiot, but I couldn’t help it and everyone at the animal hospital was so helpful and understanding.
I sat and watched as person after person came in going about their business. I meet another rescue worker. She was picking up two sweet little girl beagles, whom she had just rescued from almost being euthanized. They had that day been spayed. The vet tech brought one little girl up and left her sister behind and the saddest most pitiful howling ensued. She was afraid they were taking her sister away from her. The vet tech went back to retrieve the sister beagle and finally the crying stopped. Her rescue mom told me that she had eight other dogs at her home awaiting adoption, and that she was hoping to secure a home where the two sisters could go together because they were miserable without each other.
I met another woman with the cutest little lab-mix doggie, whom she had rescued from the pound the day before he was to be put down. The joy that he brought her was overhwelming. How anyone could kill such a sweet little being? I will never understand our society’s lack of compassion for living things.
I was a mess listening to all the stories of the women who were saving so many dogs from being killed to make room for new animals as they came into the shelters. It broke my heart over and over again. I am so thankful that there are such kind souls who open their homes to animals who will be mercilessly killed for no reason.
At that exact moment, a woman came rushing into the hospital saying that a truck had run over a row of baby ducks trying to cross the street with their Momma. As many of the staff ran out to save the ducks another one ran toward the road to try to keep the Momma from leading her babies into the main road, where she would lose the rest of them.
Again, tears fell. I was surrounded by so many people with huge hearts who refused to let any of God’s creatures suffer. I was amazed and in awe.
All the while Kitty is panting harder and harder. I call Julia, saying I am afraid to sit any longer waiting and that she needs to get settled. I drive to meet Julia across town. She was amazing. As I tearfully handed over our little rescue mission she gave me a big hug, told me I could see her when I wanted, and that she would keep me updated on her and her babies. I left feeling such emptiness, but knowing I had done the right thing for Kitty’s well-being. It wasn’t an easy decision, but we had to let her go and be somewhere that she could rest and be stress free.
Kitty apparently was just faking me out that night because she did not have her babies until two nights later. But when she did go it seems as though she never stopped!
Momma Kitty has now delivered seven healthy, beautiful babies. Yes, I said seven. Her foster mom, Allie, said that she was so quiet and calm during the whole process. She was a champ! For an 8lb. kitty she literally was all babies.
Mrs. Lilac and I were talking today about how cold and rainy it was the night she delivered. Her babies surely wouldn’t have survived and with such a prolonged labor process and her lack of nutrition, she may not have either. She is now being a fabulous mother and we are thankful for everyone of her healthy babies.
I am sad I didn’t get to see the end result. I am sad I am not able to hold those little babies I felt kick in her tummy for those few days. I am sad that I can’t hold her and cuddle her anymore. But, she is happy exactly where she is and exactly where she needs to be.
I am so thankful for this experience. I am so thankful for people who care to go the extra mile. I am so thankful that people care to take responsibility for God’s creatures who cannot help themselves. I am thankful for friends who cared about a small little homeless cat who somehow taught me a lot about compassion and life.