The Ongoing Story of Charlie-the-cat-who-bites

Yesterday was Halloween. Terry and I woke up to a little crushed kitty. Charlie was probably hit by a car; his pelvis was crushed and his tibia was fractured/broken.

We cried a lot.

We took him to Dr. Wayne who said that the pelvis would heal by itself, and he could splint/pin/amputate the back leg. We opted for the splint because it is the least invasive; it will still be a challenge for Charles--the pelvis is broken on one side and the tibia is broken on the other so there is no pain-free way for him to move. So, soon, we will bring home the little orange kitty who adds so much to our lives. As we said before, our lives would be greatly diminished without Charlie.

It’s that awkward moment when money matters/doesn’t matter and when we, as humans, get to play God. I always dislike these life and death decisions about animals. Through my tears, I threatened Charlie, that if he lived, I would have him declawed and make him live in the house for the rest of his life. Ha! Yeah, right!

Then I swore that after these four pets (three cats and a dog) were gone, we were done with animals! But, a friend pointed out, then I would miss all the joy of having a pet.

Charlie will come home a sore and worn out little fellow. He’ll get better, and we will continue to delight in his antics.

'Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened!