Kentastic (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} madmanotl) wrote,@ 2009-06-06 14:27:00 |
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Buddy part 2
On Monday, I got a text at work stating my wife let the cat back after hearing it meow at our door. That night, my wife is upstairs and shouts out, "Buddy is dead!" I limp upstairs to discover the cat barely breathing and limp while assuring my crying daughter that the cat is not dead since it was breathing. Since the cat was very wobbly on its legs, I was not sure how long it would last.
We start to call places to take the cat including the police. Nobody wanted it. We could take it to an emergency vet but I was not interested in shelling out hundreds of dollars. Then my wife decided to let the cat back out. I stopped her not wanting the cat to die in the neighborhood outside. Eventually, he was doing better and he stayed the night.
Since my wife had a half day on Tuesday, when she got home, she eventually got the cat to the county shelter after getting lost, calling me, and going the wrong way unable to tell whether or not she was going east or west at 3 PM in the afternoon.
When I got my daughter from school, she did not understand the cat's probable fate and I was not going to explain it to her. My wife did right away when she was asked the question.
On Saturday, we got a phone call from a number in the city. My wife answered it and said it was a recorded message from one of the shelters we called on Monday night. Then I got a call a couple of hours later about the cat we reported earlier today. When I explained to her what we did, she said I condemned the cat to death and it did not matter how sick the cat might have been or how it could have made our cat sick, we should have not taken it to the shelter and that I should have left messages until I got a response. It did not matter that we waited 18 hours after calling the place nor that my wife was considering keeping it.
After asking why I did not get a call earlier I said I noticed two other strays in my townhouse complex and asked if she wanted one of them instead. She hung up on me.
On Monday, I got a text at work stating my wife let the cat back after hearing it meow at our door. That night, my wife is upstairs and shouts out, "Buddy is dead!" I limp upstairs to discover the cat barely breathing and limp while assuring my crying daughter that the cat is not dead since it was breathing. Since the cat was very wobbly on its legs, I was not sure how long it would last.
We start to call places to take the cat including the police. Nobody wanted it. We could take it to an emergency vet but I was not interested in shelling out hundreds of dollars. Then my wife decided to let the cat back out. I stopped her not wanting the cat to die in the neighborhood outside. Eventually, he was doing better and he stayed the night.
Since my wife had a half day on Tuesday, when she got home, she eventually got the cat to the county shelter after getting lost, calling me, and going the wrong way unable to tell whether or not she was going east or west at 3 PM in the afternoon.
When I got my daughter from school, she did not understand the cat's probable fate and I was not going to explain it to her. My wife did right away when she was asked the question.
On Saturday, we got a phone call from a number in the city. My wife answered it and said it was a recorded message from one of the shelters we called on Monday night. Then I got a call a couple of hours later about the cat we reported earlier today. When I explained to her what we did, she said I condemned the cat to death and it did not matter how sick the cat might have been or how it could have made our cat sick, we should have not taken it to the shelter and that I should have left messages until I got a response. It did not matter that we waited 18 hours after calling the place nor that my wife was considering keeping it.
After asking why I did not get a call earlier I said I noticed two other strays in my townhouse complex and asked if she wanted one of them instead. She hung up on me.
