I know that the learning curve is high for me for living in a rural location. I get it. However…..some days are just too much and the other day I wondered if I can do this. That day was the hardest one of all.
A little kitten has been visiting us lately and first wandered in when our front yard was getting the concrete paths. My mom named him Buster. We did not let him in the houses but when he showed up we fed him and he enjoyed playing in the yard with the other cats.
A few of the neighbors dogs have been getting into our property and chased our cats up a tree so I had been on the lookout for them and their owner. Unfortunately for little Buster, I did not catch them in time to save his little life.
I regret not having the fence complete. Perhaps that could have saved him. Poor little baby. He probably thought they wanted to play and instead spent his last moments in agony as we rushed to find a vet to put him down. We never did.
One of the biggest differences here in Mexico is animal treatment. People don’t really care for domestic animals unless they can ride them or eat them. Vets, as it turns out in our area, are very hesitant to euthanize animals and will only do so in dire situations. Apparently the injections are highly regulated or something and the vets that day had none. We had to take him to a friends that owns a gun. It was a horrid day and one that will take forever, maybe never, to clear from my conscience.
Rest in Peace, poor little Buster. Know you were loved for your short adorable life.