You can't save all of them.
Apr. 26th, 2005 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgToast. Juice.
This morning, I went to work, came home at lunch and made lunch for houseguests and the two of us, packed them up, waved goodbye to them and was on my way back to work when something crossed my path.
A small, dilute orange tomcat. Who didn't have the umph to cross the intersection.
That was one sick kitty. Stopping the car, leaving it running, I approached him with some caution - didn't want him to scat, although that would have been a good sign. He didn't even complain when I scooped him and ran back to the house, ringing the doorbell as I was putting him in one of the cat carriers on the front porch. Jim was home today, and when he came to the door, I handed him cat in carrier and told him to get the cat to a vet - right away.
By the time he got him to the vet, the cat had a name. Ralph. As in "RAOWL RAOWL RAOWL" all the way there.
By the time I got home and had dinner ready, the vet had done two sets of bloodwork and a sonogram.
He'd been poisoned by antifreeze.
He was also sick with an upper respiratory infection, and was less than six months old.
And there was no hope of saving him. I told the vet to tell him, he was a big, brave kitty and send him on his way.
Jim is devastated. I'm disappointed - and I'm sending alerts to the neighborhood block leader, and will be calling the LASPCA tomorrow - Lt. Buck, if I can get him.
I'd never seen him before today. He got a good meal and some tender loving care at the vet - the very best I could do for him.
Too late - all of it.
But you can't save all of them.
Guys, I'm worn to little spotted rags tonight. Will talk tomorrow.
This morning, I went to work, came home at lunch and made lunch for houseguests and the two of us, packed them up, waved goodbye to them and was on my way back to work when something crossed my path.
A small, dilute orange tomcat. Who didn't have the umph to cross the intersection.
That was one sick kitty. Stopping the car, leaving it running, I approached him with some caution - didn't want him to scat, although that would have been a good sign. He didn't even complain when I scooped him and ran back to the house, ringing the doorbell as I was putting him in one of the cat carriers on the front porch. Jim was home today, and when he came to the door, I handed him cat in carrier and told him to get the cat to a vet - right away.
By the time he got him to the vet, the cat had a name. Ralph. As in "RAOWL RAOWL RAOWL" all the way there.
By the time I got home and had dinner ready, the vet had done two sets of bloodwork and a sonogram.
He'd been poisoned by antifreeze.
He was also sick with an upper respiratory infection, and was less than six months old.
And there was no hope of saving him. I told the vet to tell him, he was a big, brave kitty and send him on his way.
Jim is devastated. I'm disappointed - and I'm sending alerts to the neighborhood block leader, and will be calling the LASPCA tomorrow - Lt. Buck, if I can get him.
I'd never seen him before today. He got a good meal and some tender loving care at the vet - the very best I could do for him.
Too late - all of it.
But you can't save all of them.
Guys, I'm worn to little spotted rags tonight. Will talk tomorrow.
