Last week my son was out on the porch very late with a friend and he came in and told me a yellow stray cat walked over on our porch and came right to him. The cat was thin and very hungry and so very friendly. Considering he was an obvious stray-a young intact male loaded with fleas, he had such a loveable heart. He purred loudly and meowed at us. He even liked to be held. He was really hungry. We offered him bowl after bowl of food that he eagerly gobbled down. We kept him in our garage overnight with the intention of bringing him to our local P.A.W.S. shelter in the morning so he can be checked out, given a flea bath and cared for. During his night stay in our garage, my kids went out there and spent time with him, petted him and loved him. He even jumped on my son’s chest and sat there. He obviously loved people. At least he loved us.
When we took him to the shelter the next morning, he was so good in the car, not an ouce of wildness to him. You would never have thought he was homeless by his behaviour and disposition.
At the shelter, they put him in isolation for the fleas and so they could run tests on him to see if he was healthy. I named him Percy so they had a name to refer to him other than ‘orange tabby.’ I even told the staff I was very interested in adopting him if he gets neutered and is healthy. They made the notation on the chart. We said our good-byes to him and I was told to call back in a week to see how he’s doing.
I called P.A.W.S. today to see how he is. I had made the decision to adopt him if he was ready. The lady on the other end of the phone couldn’t find his papers, and my heart began to sink. I reminded her that he was a stray, brought in last week and had to be tested for diseases. She told me to hold on-she had to check the ‘other’ paper. She quickly returned to the phone, and with a low tone told me he had been euthanized. He tested positive for Feline Leukemia. I’m so sad. I know I tried to help him, but I can’t help but feel like I brought him to his death. He came to us and we brought him to a place that killed him. I understand he was sick. I understand it’s contageous, but I just feel really bad about it. He had so much love in his little cat heart.
I hope somewhere, somehow, that little guy knows I tried to help him. I really did.