the last three days have been v traumatic. we had to return one of the cats to the shelter because it turned out that he had a severe and advanced condition that would have cost thousands to maybe fix. There were people in my circle saying I needed to start a gofundme, make sure the shelter was no kill, try to handle a cat that couldn’t be handled, that was in excruciating pain and that needed a lot of invasive treatment to get even a little better. I mean I guess if they could see how I’m barely keeping my shit together some days (and others doing fine) they might realize what a jerk move it is, but people who believe in saving animals that are experiencing diminished quality life are saying more about their own fear of death than about compassion. One cannot assume that animals want to live lives of diminished freedom. I trust the vets, in this case. If the cat can be saved, they will do what they can. I am heartbroken that my devotion and attention wasn’t enough, as I always am when that ends up being the case, but I’m not going to needlessly torture a cat with surgery and put my whole house on hold just to prove a point about the power of love. I’m tired and sad and more than a little pissed, at the folks at the shelter who put us in this position and those among my own “friends” who made the last two days tougher by reminding me that I was obligated to do more than I could. Anyway. This is what I get for oversharing.
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