Yesterday the most heartwarming, feel-good experience turned into a NIGHTMARE in two seconds flat. Here’s how it went down:
Earlier in the week I went through all our old towels and, after putting in some research, decided that donating them to the SPCA would be a good way to put them to some use. I stuffed four trash bags full of towels and washcloths and headed out to our nearby SPCA chapter.
After hauling them all inside the building, I noticed a few cages out in the lobby. I walked over, and to my delight, found that they were full of kittens!!! I watched them frolic and meow their cute little high-pitched meows. I even took pictures and texted them to my husband:
He warned me not to adopt one. I responded by making a video of three of them meowing and wrote back, “You are a monster.”
I was about to leave and took one last peek into one of the cages that held a mom cat and her four kittens:
They must have been only a few days old. I’m standing there watching them crawl all over their mom and literally feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was awesome.
UNTIL I noticed one of them wasn’t crawling all over its mom like the others. In fact, it wasn’t moving at all. I stared and stared, willing it to move, but it didn’t. I went over to the front desk and told the staff. The woman working there came over to the cage and pulled it out.
It was, in fact, dead.
AND I AM TRAUMATIZED. It was so horrible and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. And the most horrible thing is that the woman who worked there said it HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. I can’t even.
The next text to my husband: “OMG. ONE OF THE KITTENS WAS DEAD. I am traumatized.” His response: “Wow!” Not really the support I was looking for.
I don’t even know why I’m blogging about it. I’m trying to work through it? It was too horrible to keep to myself? I don’t know.
Let’s try to end this on a happy note: