Beth & Atlas
Member Since 2010
It has been a long afternoon,
Just much weighs in today.
This afternoon the fearful dog I've spent 3 weeks working with jumps up into my lap to share kisses and kindness...
I return home to work with Gary. Wild, feral, FIV positive... Each day of his recovery from feline pneumonia goes from head-butts, and cradles to hisses. It has become ever apparent he is not a house cat. He is a creature of the wild, prone to opportunity as needed. We have a vet appointment scheduled 3/14... :YMSIGH:
I cannot and will not be able to get him into a carrier a second time. He makes that very clear. The weather the next 10 days is spring like. No bitter cold, no teen temperatures. His lodge is still in place and there is always a bowl of food and water for him here. Same as before he was so sick. I opened the window ....
...took the screen out
...and let the wild creature go. Go back to his home, not my home.
To turn him in...is death...to turn him back to his own territory...is life. Reviewing many TNR programs many no longer bother to test for FIV.
He chatted with me before he left. He really did. Like thank you and thank you for understanding and I won't forget. He leapt to the ground, looked back up at the window ...at me. Wide handsome green eyes....I told him he was loved and welcome here...always.
I went to the front room and saw him rediscovering his lodge. Rubs and sprays...and a glance up at me with a silent meow...
In the meantime Atlas was busy feasting on kibble leftover in MudCats bowel. These are the days I am grateful it is EVO. As I caught having polished off the bowl he tested at 57....how could I really be upset with him?
I am grieved at the choices I've made today. Some right...some wrong I'm sure....but ...none made lightly...
Just much weighs in today.
This afternoon the fearful dog I've spent 3 weeks working with jumps up into my lap to share kisses and kindness...
I return home to work with Gary. Wild, feral, FIV positive... Each day of his recovery from feline pneumonia goes from head-butts, and cradles to hisses. It has become ever apparent he is not a house cat. He is a creature of the wild, prone to opportunity as needed. We have a vet appointment scheduled 3/14... :YMSIGH:
I cannot and will not be able to get him into a carrier a second time. He makes that very clear. The weather the next 10 days is spring like. No bitter cold, no teen temperatures. His lodge is still in place and there is always a bowl of food and water for him here. Same as before he was so sick. I opened the window ....
...took the screen out
...and let the wild creature go. Go back to his home, not my home.
To turn him in...is death...to turn him back to his own territory...is life. Reviewing many TNR programs many no longer bother to test for FIV.
He chatted with me before he left. He really did. Like thank you and thank you for understanding and I won't forget. He leapt to the ground, looked back up at the window ...at me. Wide handsome green eyes....I told him he was loved and welcome here...always.
I went to the front room and saw him rediscovering his lodge. Rubs and sprays...and a glance up at me with a silent meow...
In the meantime Atlas was busy feasting on kibble leftover in MudCats bowel. These are the days I am grateful it is EVO. As I caught having polished off the bowl he tested at 57....how could I really be upset with him?
I am grieved at the choices I've made today. Some right...some wrong I'm sure....but ...none made lightly...
