I got a call Tuesday from a monitor of a feral colony. One of his kids was not doing well. After missing on Monday, Buddy arrived on Tuesday struggling to walk. He seemed to rally a bit Tuesday evening after receiving two doses of antibiotics. I was encouraged by his intake. However, Buddy died early Wednesday morning.
Buddy was about 3 or 4 years old. Handsome black and white domestic short hair. His guardian called Buddy his favorite. He always stuck around a bit after feeding to say “thanks”, and to get a bit of attention.
Buddy’s story can be repeated millions of times to represent the vast number feral and stray cats that live and die on the streets. Buddy was relatively lucky; he was neutered and being monitored. He fathered no kittens; no offspring will share his fate.
My solace is he was loved, and not alone. He was not invisible, as so many of these cats are to the humans around them.
I came across a poem – Elliot: The Life Of A Feral Cat that put into words what I can’t. It is particularly touching to me because I named one of my rescues Elliot, and know the likely hood of a very sad and painful life he would have had.
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