Hobbs is gone

03/14/09

3 hours ago…
I put Hobbs in his carrier, rode to the humane society, signed a release, and left him there.

At the shelter,
I mechanically detailed the damage he had done to my home,
Presented my scratched and bitten body for inspection,
And neatly signed my signature.

When I got home,
I cried and called my dad (mom didn’t pick up the phone).
He made me feel a lot better, but I still cry sporadically.

I just feel so guilty and sad,
I got him May 23, 2008 when he was 2 months old.
He has always been a problem child,
But I thought he would straighten out.

The past 10 months have been up, down, up, down.
This last “down” has cost me almost $500.
And I just couldn’t take anymore from a cat that doesn’t allow holding/touching for more than 60 seconds.

I take a little solace in the fact that it’s a no-kill shelter,
And was actually over-crowded with people looking for animals to adopt.

I hate making my blog entries too long.
So, I will blog about my other daunting experience tomorrow.

 
 
 

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