RIP Queen Isabella
Anyway... last Wednesday I was at a class for work (you know that real job where you go to get a paycheck to pay for all your crazy rescue work - yeah that place). On a break, I talked to our feral cat coordinator who was fostering Queen Isabella - formerly Miss Psycho out of our CATSNIP colony. Miss Queen Isabella wasn't feeling her normal self and based on all the symptoms R told me about, I was pretty confident we were dealing with FIP. Anyone in the cat rescue business knows that FIP is a death sentence. Either today or soon down the line.
All I could do was be her person to lean on and to cry to. She took Queen Isabella into the vet that afternoon, and sure enough they were able to draw 3 full syringes of that nasty yellow fluid. Queen Isabella was painlessly helped over the Rainbow Bridge.
Now we know that she was a dump job. She'd already been spayed, and had recently been vetted. R took her to all the local vets hoping one of them would recognize her and *maybe* reunite her with her owner(s). No such luck. At first I was mad, REALLY mad. How could you just dump such a sweet cat. I'll never understand people that treat their cats like property or disposable "things". My cats are my family. There are days that I agonize over whether or not I'm doing right by them by continuing to foster.
But then... then I began to think about the type of person that would dump their cat. And then I wanted to thank her owners. Thank them for dumping her, so that we could trap her, take her in, and that R could show her TRUE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. That's what she had at R's house. She was taken care of, pampered, loved, and treated like a queen. For all we know, that was the best she ever got in life.
It was a tough day for R, she wears her heart on her sleeve. That's what makes her so good at what she does. You can tell just by talking to her that she is passionate about her work. (Remember me, I DON'T do ferals). It was really hard on her to put Queen Isabella down. But at least she was loved for a while. With no conditions on it. With no time limit. With no way that she was going to end up back outside.
Later that day I stopped by our Pres's house. There was this AWESOME note and a donation. To me, any donation is golden. It can be $5 it can be $500. It doesn't matter. We are so grateful for what we get. But this letter... this letter just made everything seem so good. It was from a friend of a lady that S had referred to R. R helped the lady get some ferals fixed. The lady called R an "angel" and sent a donation to help with what we do. She went on to talk about how they'd lost 4 of their companion cats in the last 9 months. I cried for her - what a tough year they'd had! But I knew I had to call R and read her the note - so she could remember what it is she's doing, and not feel so bad about the one that was lost. Queen Isabella was shown love in her final days. Maybe more love than she'd ever known.
R was so glad to hear that letter. I think it helped to make up for the sense of loss with Queen Isabella.
One of my foster is crying at me that it's time to go snuggle, so I need to run. Say a prayer for sweet Queen Isabella and her Rainbow Bridge crossing. Sometimes, that's all we can do for them.
Godspeed Queen Isabella. If it was your time to go, at least I take solace in the fact that it was R who was your foster mom and that you were well taken care of and loved unconditionally.