Meet
Purrsia. She's the dead tortoiseshell cat. Now meet Spot.
Spot's the white dog with claw marks between his eyes. Spot
killed Purrsia.
Why?
I don't know. But I'm angry. I'm angry that three cats have
died here at the teeth of foster dogs. I'm angry that I
bring dogs here to threaten and kill my cats, my companions,
my babies. I'm angry that I now have to get Spot out of
here, one way or another. I love him; can hardly stomach
looking at him. I feel like I've entered into an abusive
relationship with him and others. I'm angry that I work
so hard for chained dogs, that I bring them here, give them
a better life, and they repay me with this. Death, sadness,
torture, pain.
I
know logically that he wasn't trying to hurt ME, but still
I feel the pain and betrayal. He may even think it's his
job to rid the property of cats, intruders. He may think
he's doing it FOR me. He had to have been abused on the
end of his chain by adolescent boys. He went after Rayne
the first time he saw him. Rayne is a very calm young man,
who is very good to the dogs, and he was upset that Spot
hated him. I tried to explain to him that Spot was just
terrified because he'd obviously been hit and probably worse
by young kids.
That
touches me and saddens me. Victims become abusers, nothing
more than a product of this world we live within.
Purrsia
came to me with Momma kitty and four siblings, who were
born in the shed of a woman who said she could not have
cats at her house because her dogs would kill them. Ironic.
It was my job to protect Purrsia, I failed. Now what do
I do with the abuser?"
Rescue
is hard, with many moments of anguish. I don't wish this
pain on anyone. This piece is out of print.
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