I blame it all on the cute little puppies the neighbor had in her backyard for all of two or three days. Zada loved those little guys and wanted nothing more than to shower them with her love and affection. They were cute I don’t blame her. One little gray pitbull a little stocky guy and a black and white one that was a bit more timid. Even Wunbi started to like them. Zada was really protective and would push Wunbi away if she got too close to them, so Wunbi would sneak over there when Zada wasn’t around. Finally, Zada wanted over there so bad that she started trying to climb the fence. We laughed and thought there was no way. About five minutes later she was over the fence (if you could really call it a fence). Jamie hopped over and got her. All she wanted to do was play with her puppies. The next day the puppies were gone, I’m hoping not to a dog fighting ring (they are pretty big here). Unfortunately for us, Zada decided to keep hoping over the fence, she found a rawhide over there and just had to have it. It would be 5 minutes after she had gone outside and we would be wondering where she was and sure enough she would be over in the neighbor’s yard chewing a bone under their boat. We’d go get her throw her over the fence and repeat…
Well that is where it started. Where it ended was with Uncle Mike. A couple nights ago Zada was freaking out about her dog house and trying to dig under it. I moved it, that didn’t help. I turned it on its side, that didn’t help. Her anxiety ridden self just couldn’t let it go. I let her out and went to do some cleaning. All of a sudden Jamie was banging on the front door. Zada had jumped the fence and got Uncle Mike. His already barely functioning back legs were now not functioning at all. He crawled along the ground finally resting in our front yard and then at the corner of the road. We tried calling animal services to come get him but of course it was Sunday so people don’t work or provide services of any kind. We called an animal hospital, they said to bring him in and pay to have him euthanized. Not the ideal situation for grad students that have no way of transporting a dying feral cat. Our neighbor Katie came home who loves Uncle Mike, yes one of the many people who love him and yet want him to live at our house. She was really upset and said she’d take him to the hospital. I was inside the whole time so I am not sure on all the details. Jamie can fill in if she wants. From my understanding more people stopped, were heartbroken and all the neighbors who didn’t care enough to take him in wanted to help him go out. STRANGE! One person even said they had to call someone to come and say good-bye to him since he was really THEIR cat. Holy Arkansas is so bizarre. Jamie said um no, if they didn’t care enough to take him with them they don’t need to come say good-bye. I’m not sure what happened after that and don’t want to know but Uncle Mike is out of his very apparent pain and misery. I feel bad. Some of the neighbors were just sobbing about it. But we tried to warn them. A cat living on our porch, with our dogs, just wasn’t a good fit. Next time I move somewhere and there is a feral cat living there that somehow has precedence over us…I will go ahead and call animal control to prevent such bizarre events.
To top of the weekend Wunbi is really sick. She threw up again and again and again. It was awful. She stopped eating and would barely drink until last night. We took her to the vet today and they said she had LOTS of bacteria in her system and they wanted to keep her overnight. Sad day and hard decision to make. She snuggled up to us when we went to tell her goodbye and was so sad. I hope she just fell asleep and is feeling a million times better in the morning.
On a happier note we just bought a new garbage can and a rolling pin!!!! YAY!! It’s the little things.
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