I just recently lost my 3 legged Saimese cat. I'm not really sure what I want to say. Just that I loved her very much, and that she all ways made me happy when times were tough.
Howie had survived quite a lot of things before she died.
Here's 4 of the worst things that had happened to her.
1. She came home one morning, some how poisoned by some form of drain cleaner. She was in the vet for a few weeks before she could come home.
2. One night out the front of our house she was attacked by a dog. She came out of the fight with a broken hind leg. After that the vet had put a cast on her leg that was far too tight. It ended up cutting the circulation off in her leg, which ended up going gangrene. The leg had to be amputated to save her life from blood poisoning.
3. One afternoon I noticed she was moving around my front yard very slowly. When we took her to a new vet, they said that she had been bitten by a king Brown snake which had paralyzed her. It took a week before she could move normally again.
4. My neighbor brought my cat back with the side of her face all cut open. Turns out he had left a fishing rod on his boat with some bait still on the hook. He said he found her running around his driveway, dragging the rod around behind her. He had cut the hook out himself before he brought her back home.
She died because some people that had recently moved into a house down the street, didn't fix the fence around their yard, when they were told by the local council. They had 3 large dogs that escaped through the fence, and had been wandering the street attacking kids and other peoples pets, before they found my cat sunbaking in her usual spot in my front garden. She was chased through the street before she was cornered and killed. I ended up finding her 2 hours later.
A few days later I was told the owners had handed their dogs over to be put down, instead of getting a massive fine. I just think, that if they had fixed their fence, the 3 dogs and my cat wouldn't have died.
I'm not sure if the worst part was walking home with her dead in my arms. Or the fact that the people responsible, had killed their own dogs to save themselves.
Sorry if the grammar sucks. I'm still trying to get over what happened.
She was born October. 25. 2005. died September. 11. 2013.
Here's some nice pics of my cat.