I don’t know about you, but I find it easy to be overwhelmed by the wretched news of shootings and violence and hatred. There is way too much of it right now, though any of it, actually, is too much. But my day, last Friday, was interrupted by the kindness of strangers, a welcome antidote to the meanness afloat in the world.
It started with a call from one of my cat buddies, who had been contacted by the local police. My friend was out of town…could I call the community service officer back and see what could be done for a little stray kitten who had been hit by a car in a grocery parking lot? It wasn’t what I’d planned for the day, but what can you do?
While the officers headed to my home with the kitten I called the vet’s office and got an appointment for that evening. Given that it was a holiday week I was lucky that they could see me at all. There’s always a crate ready for a surprise guest at my house, so the police folks brought me the poor little kitten, and I settled him in the crate with some food and water. His back legs weren’t working very well…he didn’t look good. I didn’t have the heart to point a camera at him – not a kind thing to do to a scared and hurting creature, so I’ll give you photos of a kittens who looked a lot like him here. Use your imagination.
What amazed me, however, was how kind a whole bunch of people had been to this poor little one. They’d seen him hit, I believe, and went to get him and care for him, and called the police who called us (Derry Township Community Cats) so he could get the help he needed. The poor thing was so scared he climbed up inside the underside of a car, and they got him out and held him close until he could be transported safely. One woman cradled the little one (I named him Sebastian) in her arms, and would adopt him if he made it. Kittens are cute and all that, but these folks really rallied to help Sebastian.
I took Sebastian to the vet’s that night for an exam and xrays. Even at the vet’s office, they were so kind to him, and loaded him up on pain meds and let them take effect before they even tried to xray him. The pictures, unfortunately, were incredibly ugly. Crushed pelvis, back legs broken in many places, and given the pelvic damage there was probably lots of internal organ and nerve damage. There was nothing to do but to release him from this life with the hope that he had some more of his nine left, and that the next one would be longer and better.
I had to call the officer who brought him to me and let her know he didn’t make it, and I think I heard sniffles over the phone. I called the potential adopter, who had held him in her arms awaiting care, and let her know too. Someone I know from one of the local rescues had also been at the site, as I found out later, and I let her know the outcome as well, and she was going to let others know who had inquired. Sebastian, a beautiful long-haired, 8 week old boy, may not have had a long life, and his ending was pretty tough, but he was mourned by many kind people who stopped their day to care for and about him. Godspeed, little one, and thank you for bringing out the best in a whole lot of people.