Today was one of the worst afternoons imaginable. It started well, I took a pregnant cat to the clinic this morning and helped out, the weather was great, and off we went to feed.
As we pulled up to the dumpsters we heard yelling and somebody comes out saying something about a hurt cat. We run over to discover Audrey on the ground unable to move. The dog who killed Biffy last fall was back, he got loose and managed to get Audrey before anyone could stop him. It's a bit of a blur, Steve ran to get a blanket, I was yelling at the guy, and by the time I got back to Audrey she had died. The guy was lucky I didn't take a two by four to him or his dog. I immediately started calling Animal Services and he grabbed his dog and took off.
She was one of the cats trapped from a hoarding situation in the Beach last year, she went to TAS for a month, was deemed too feral to be adoptable, as were many of the cats, so relocation was the only option. We took three, and I rarely saw Audrey, only this week I discovered she was living under a building there. Poor cat went through all that and survived a brutal winter only to die needlessly because an irresponsible person (and I'm being polite) here, let his dog off leash, even though he knew this dog had killed a cat in the exact same location. Chances are I will see him again and I honestly don't know how I will keep my cool. I'd better not see that dog again though.
It's times like this when I wish that I had never even gotten involved, sometimes the heartbreak is too much to bear.