Dear Collegetown resident,
I don't know if you still live in Collegetown. I know you left your cat behind. Maybe you graduated, and went on to your shiny and bright future, without a backwards glance at the cat you once professed to love? Was it his gigantic feet that made him an adorably goofy kitten? They are still long and lanky, but less cute now that they are crusted with mud. Or was it how fluffy he was? Without anyone to brush him, he became so matted that it hurt him to walk. And that's how he was when we found him. Nose running like a faucet. Mincing along gingerly and in pain. Unable to fully stretch the way a cat should. There's no way he could hunt like that, so he probably mostly survived off of trash. Maybe that's what made him so sick. He was passing blood; maybe because his guts were full of garbage. There was no one to take notice of him with you gone. And what reason did he have to trust people now? So today, I killed your cat for you. Because after too long on the streets, he was dying and in pain. Instead of living the rest of his life with a family that loved him, or passing of old age safe and warm, he was euthanized on a steel table that was probably the cleanest thing he's rested on since you threw him away. There's no sugar coating this. He hurt too much to walk a foot and a half to use the litter box, so he just peed where he lay. And I can say that now he's crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and is at peace, but the truth is, that you gave him no choice other than to die. And I cared more about his comfort at the end that you ever will. With a sincere fuck you, ~me
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Robert Chapman
8/18/2015 06:23:10 am
Very sad story.
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LP
8/18/2015 09:47:22 am
There should be a residency and minimum age requirement for pet stores to avoid selling to transient college students, and a means to prosecute those who abandon animals like this. So sad.
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Olivia Cohen
8/27/2015 12:35:10 pm
As someone who is both a college undergrad and who works for the SPCA, I see both sides. I am a 100% responsible pet owner. I knew this was a commitment, I knew that it would mean "sacrificing" being able to go abroad/etc. Having cats in my life meant more to me. I love my cats, they go to the vet religiously (I'm a helicopter cat mom, to be honest). I nourish my babies with good, holistic food and fill their litterboxes with decent litter and scoop it 2x a day. When it's my time to move on to other opportunities, like grad school, my kitties will come with me. No ifs, ands, or buts. However, I have had to learn that I, unfortunately, am in the ridiculous minority. I think, personally, an approach needs to happen like what we do at the shelter. We discuss. We are grueling with college students: we discuss the commitment, we talk to the landlord, we get consent from their parents that if necessary, they will care for the animal, and if it doesn't check out, hey--volunteer opportunities offer limitless kitty snuggling with minimal commitment. I see and hear the effects of college students on animals every day, and I am sad. It sucks, but I also don't think it is fair to limit an animal's chance on the age of the adopter, because this isn't just a college student problem. This is a problem that is contributed to by people of all ages. Thank-you for helping that kitty, while the ending was sad at least they didn't have to suffer alone.
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SG
8/19/2015 08:54:48 am
This is incredibly sad. How do you know the poor guy wasn't a stray?
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Athena
8/23/2015 01:23:32 pm
This story is so profoundly sad, truly a big fuck you to the person who abandoned this life. A pet is for life, not for temporary companionship.
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