I read a story in one of the local publications about two animal shelters that are closing. They can’t stay open because their funding from the city and/or the county has been pulled. The shelter is trying to find places for all the animals they have, and of course, there will be no place for any other homeless animals in the future.
That’s not even the worst part.
The article mentioned a 15-year-old cat who has been living at the shelter. Rusty’s elderly owner had to move in with her adult children, and she couldn’t take Rusty along. So, Rusty ended up at the shelter. My heart breaks for this woman who had to give up her companion (for whatever reason), but even more so for Rusty, who I’m sure doesn’t understand why the home he had for many years is now gone.
I wish I could help him, but we already have nine cats, ages 2 to 13. One is diabetic, another is on heart medication and has a mysterious liver ailment. One is feline leukemia positive and is battling a raging infection from feline acne. The two youngest ones were in with inflamed throats (from what we have no idea). One gets antibiotics the first five days each month because he has gum disease, plus he suffers from really bad allergies.
So you see, we really do have our hands full.
It still doesn’t keep me from crying over Rusty.