Yesterday started out so well, the weather was great, the sale went really well, thanks to Sandi, Connie, Carol, and Tory and the wonderful salesmanship of Robbin, Sandi's husband, we made lots of money to help our cats. Steve had gone to feed the ferals and as we were in the midst of counting the money, exhausted but happy, my phone rang and Steve said I have horrible news.
Biffy had been killed apparently by a pitbull, but nobody at the yard would confirm the story. The boat yard guy wouldn't give me a straight answer, and said he disposed of the body, but Harry said that's what happened. Last year there was a pit bull chasing MC. Now I love dogs but if I caught one harming our cats I would have taken a two by four to it.
We were all devastated about Biffy, I alternate between grief and anger. I feel so helpless knowing I can't protect them and I worry about the others now. Poor Biffy had just been to the vet all fixed up for winter. The vet estimated her age at thirteen. Teddy now only has Lily. We could even see where she was killed, her blood on the concrete. I've said it before but this is why I do all the TNR, so other cats don't have to live a feral life and meet a tragic end.
|Sweet Biffy, RIP|
I'm still in shock over Biffy, she was one of my cats, and I mourn her passing, especially in such a violent manner.
Here's a picture of Betty and Lucy, two kittens who would have had the same life path as Biffy if not for the intervention of Maria. These lucky two will have homes.