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Very sad

I was just told in an email from my brother that my 16 year old cat has been left by my sister to "fend for himself," as she is leaving the area and did not choose to take him with her.

I know he is too old to make it own his own as he has been living as a house cat for his entire life. At the moment he has arthritis and doesn't walk very well and he is going blind. My mother was keeping him alive by giving him his regular pain medicine and watching out for him.

We were considering having a vet put him down a few weeks ago because my mom told me that he was urinating throughout the house and she wasn't sure if he would be better off dying now than having to suffer more health issues as he gets older.

We had decided to put it off, but now I have to let him go because I know he won't survive this.

I can't stop watching the news and wondering why all of the people have been left in New Orleans for so long without evacuation. It is difficult not to think it is because they are poor and black and simply not important enough. It is sad, it is disgraceful.

I don't feel proud to be an American today. I feel very ashamed of my country.

I don't know what else to write. Please give to the American Red Cross. Thank you.

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Mz.Elle said…
I'm very sorry about your kitty:(
I'm sympathise terribly about your old cat.

I agree, it looks terrible with so many people still not evacuated. It's hard to be critical though when I don't know how much of an effort it is in order to evacuate someone.

My heart goes out to your family.
Wenchy said…
Thinking of you.
Shannin said…
I dontated to the ASPCA and Humane Society, and do so in honor of your kitty.
Anonymous said…
how heartbreaking. i'm so sorry and will be thinking of your cat and hoping for the best.

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