It was late, and I saw a dead cat in the street. I went to get him off the street and take him to the vet the next morning so his owner could get closure.
When I went to pick him up, he moved his head slightly and gave one of the weakest meows I’d ever heard. I rushed home as fast as I could, put him on my bed, and called every vet in the area to find one that was open. I found one and took him to the car.
He was a light cat and didn’t have a microchip. The vet determined he was most likely a stray, and an x-ray showed he had two broken legs and a broken rib. Through it all, he couldn’t stop purring; it was very weak, but it was there. The vet said that since the bills would be so high and there was no owner, the best thing to do was to euthanize him and leave the room.
I couldn’t leave. I decided he needed someone eventually, but then I realized I couldn’t let that happen. I was sure he had an owner who would be devastated to see him like this, and I would find him.
When he was in his cast, he tried desperately to follow me, but his legs were outstretched like paddles on a boat, earning him the nickname Paddlefoot, Pad for short. It stuck. My best friend of nine years now.
Related Posts
I am really unsure what to do. We had markers put in place for when we would decide ‘the time has come.’ However my vet has said…
I love her markings 🥰 She appeared one quiet afternoon, walking along the garden path as if she already knew she belonged there. Her fur looked like…
Our cat used to sleep exclusively in cardboard boxes. Like, aggressively. We once bought her an actual bed-she slept next to it in the Amazon box it…
“There’s a stray cat I met outside the window, don’t know whose cat it is, but it looks so pitiful and dirty… Should I bring it in…
It’s been 72+ hours today that Prince’s father didn’t come to eat, his thought is my migraine and breathing pain since yesterday. Meanwhile again heard that Lily…
