2012-02-02, 06:44 PM
I know how you feel. I really do.
I've had more than 20 cats in my whole life, but sadly, most of those couldn't die peacefully. Almost everyone died of poisoning, since two or three of my neighbors sometimes buy some rat poison or something else and put it over their gardens. Since i was six or seven, i've been seeing my cats die in front of my own house, and couldn't do anything about it. I've called the police many times about it, but was asked if i could provide proof, and even when i could and told them to come over, they never have showed up here.
Out of those many cases. Three of those, the most recent ones, are the ones that hurt the most. Like eight years ago, there were two cats, one was the only survivor of the poisoning madness in here, and the other one was from the street right in front of my house. As we always adopted the cats that showed up in our street, we brought him home, fed him, took care of him, and it was all good. We even brought a little puppy here, and saw them growing together with him, with absolutely no problem.
And it was awesome fo some good five years. No more deaths, no more pain. Until the day it came back. The other cats that didn't live inside our house, but came everyday for us to feed them and play with them started disappearing, and their bodies showing up in some random places around our neighborhood. My cat was a strong, rather heavy black and white cat, always playful. One day, he came back at afternoon feeling weak, not being able to walk and with a strange thing getting out of his mouth. I've gotten all the medicines we've learned with many vets to save him, he did vomit, and in that case it was good, as he was cleaning himself from such thing.
We could save many cats with those medicines, and it was just terrible to sleep thinking if they would be able to survive it. I've spent a lot of time with my cat in that day, played with him, he was even getting better, walking and playing with me. I got to sleep with a big amount of hope, but something was really wrong. When i woke up that day, i got to the place where he was, and it was like going to hell. He was all bloody, cold, it seemed like he was vomiting blood for all night, the poison destroyed everything inside him. He was just fine in that night, and that was what devastated me.
I had to live with my other cat and my dog. My other cat was already poisoned 3 times, and survived all of them. He simply couldn't give up. He was even poisoned for the fourth time in that year and managed to survive. Again, the police didn't do pomegranate, nor the other neighbors that owned cats. Some months after it, he ran away at night, like he always did, but he didn't come back in the morning that day. I was about to go to school, there was a lot of rain going on, we were on the road, until we've seen his body on the street. I was just destroyed, he survived all these things, but a car killed him. I spent the whole day thinking about him, and my parents said it was enough already, they were devastated, and we couldn't risk having more cats just to see them dying next to us.
It could've stayed like that, but one year later, we've gone to a restaurant, and in there, hiding under some bottles, there was a very weak, starving kitty. We got her and brought her to our house, we tried to keep her away from the street and make she stay in our house as long as possible. She grew up nicely, and even got pregnant! She was so young, she barely had a year when that happened, but she was just too cute with that belly. In the day we were suspecting she would give birth, we stayed close to her, but like all the other cats, she ran away to give birth in the middle of the night.
I was looking for her, and got outside to check absolutely every single place, in a goddamn strong rain, just to bring her safe to our house. Many days have passed, all the cats have disappeared from our street, and i haven't seen her, or her babies, since that day. We asked everyone, we searched everywhere, but she just vanished.
I don't actually know what's worse. Seeing your loved ones die in front of you, but trying to save and help them until the last moment, or living like this, waiting for the day i'll know the truth.
I only have my dog now, and two cats i adopted from the street, that were both extremely skinny and needed help. But i swear to god that if that motherpineappleer uses that poison again, i won't wait for the police. Because it's a pain i don't want anymore, not like this. I wish, everyday, that his disgraced life gets much worse than what it is now, because he deserves to suffer much more than the suffering he made all those innocent creatures have.
I've had more than 20 cats in my whole life, but sadly, most of those couldn't die peacefully. Almost everyone died of poisoning, since two or three of my neighbors sometimes buy some rat poison or something else and put it over their gardens. Since i was six or seven, i've been seeing my cats die in front of my own house, and couldn't do anything about it. I've called the police many times about it, but was asked if i could provide proof, and even when i could and told them to come over, they never have showed up here.
Out of those many cases. Three of those, the most recent ones, are the ones that hurt the most. Like eight years ago, there were two cats, one was the only survivor of the poisoning madness in here, and the other one was from the street right in front of my house. As we always adopted the cats that showed up in our street, we brought him home, fed him, took care of him, and it was all good. We even brought a little puppy here, and saw them growing together with him, with absolutely no problem.
And it was awesome fo some good five years. No more deaths, no more pain. Until the day it came back. The other cats that didn't live inside our house, but came everyday for us to feed them and play with them started disappearing, and their bodies showing up in some random places around our neighborhood. My cat was a strong, rather heavy black and white cat, always playful. One day, he came back at afternoon feeling weak, not being able to walk and with a strange thing getting out of his mouth. I've gotten all the medicines we've learned with many vets to save him, he did vomit, and in that case it was good, as he was cleaning himself from such thing.
We could save many cats with those medicines, and it was just terrible to sleep thinking if they would be able to survive it. I've spent a lot of time with my cat in that day, played with him, he was even getting better, walking and playing with me. I got to sleep with a big amount of hope, but something was really wrong. When i woke up that day, i got to the place where he was, and it was like going to hell. He was all bloody, cold, it seemed like he was vomiting blood for all night, the poison destroyed everything inside him. He was just fine in that night, and that was what devastated me.
I had to live with my other cat and my dog. My other cat was already poisoned 3 times, and survived all of them. He simply couldn't give up. He was even poisoned for the fourth time in that year and managed to survive. Again, the police didn't do pomegranate, nor the other neighbors that owned cats. Some months after it, he ran away at night, like he always did, but he didn't come back in the morning that day. I was about to go to school, there was a lot of rain going on, we were on the road, until we've seen his body on the street. I was just destroyed, he survived all these things, but a car killed him. I spent the whole day thinking about him, and my parents said it was enough already, they were devastated, and we couldn't risk having more cats just to see them dying next to us.
It could've stayed like that, but one year later, we've gone to a restaurant, and in there, hiding under some bottles, there was a very weak, starving kitty. We got her and brought her to our house, we tried to keep her away from the street and make she stay in our house as long as possible. She grew up nicely, and even got pregnant! She was so young, she barely had a year when that happened, but she was just too cute with that belly. In the day we were suspecting she would give birth, we stayed close to her, but like all the other cats, she ran away to give birth in the middle of the night.
I was looking for her, and got outside to check absolutely every single place, in a goddamn strong rain, just to bring her safe to our house. Many days have passed, all the cats have disappeared from our street, and i haven't seen her, or her babies, since that day. We asked everyone, we searched everywhere, but she just vanished.
I don't actually know what's worse. Seeing your loved ones die in front of you, but trying to save and help them until the last moment, or living like this, waiting for the day i'll know the truth.
I only have my dog now, and two cats i adopted from the street, that were both extremely skinny and needed help. But i swear to god that if that motherpineappleer uses that poison again, i won't wait for the police. Because it's a pain i don't want anymore, not like this. I wish, everyday, that his disgraced life gets much worse than what it is now, because he deserves to suffer much more than the suffering he made all those innocent creatures have.