Despite Friday being Good Friday, SWMBO and I still had to go out to a charity we volunteer for, a group that catches stray and lost cats, and feral cats, and has them spayed or neutered. The feral ones are released (the business owners like them around as they take care of rodents), but sometimes the other cats, because they have been socialized to some point already, need to be taken care of until a home can be found for them. We go to the shelter once a week to feed them. It's always Friday evening.
So, Good Friday evening we went to the shelter, fed the cats, met the new fellow who has to be somewhat isolated due to a urinary tract infection, washed the food dishes, cleaned the litter boxes, played with the cats, petted them and generally had a relaxing and pleasant time. That was the happy.
On the way home we dropped off some recycling at a outdoor depot and so took the scenic route home - longer, but it goes along the river. You can pretend you're out in the wilds a bit. Then, just as we got into the residential area of the street, what should we find by an orange tabby that had been hit by a car and killed. In the middle of the road. I pulled over and checked, and he had no collar or tag. He had been hit very recently, he was still warm in my hands. He was so sad, lying there with his eyes open, staring at whatever lies beyond here for cats. We had the plastic bag that I had the recycling in, so I picked him up, put him in it, brought him home and put him in a box for his final disposition. That was the sad.
Catholic teaching on God's creation has always led me to believe that the spirit of God that God has put into our pets, as part of His creation, lives on in some way, so perhaps I'll see the little guy again. As far as the person who would hit a cat and keep on driving goes, I'm not so sure. Ah, well, that's up to God.
Say hi to Rosa, Alix, Clara, Pigweed and Zeussie for me when you see them, little guy. I miss them all.
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