One of my co-workers broke down at work today. She had just been asked to take some of the cats from the main stray cat ward to be put down... and she recognized many of them. She does health checks on all the cats before they go up for adoption, and these cats were the unlucky ones in today's desperate need for space for the constant tide of new cats coming into the shelter. Their main problem is that they were all adults. People want kittens. Bother people. She was particularly fond of one, a magnificent silver tabby with a sweet personality. After she left the ward to find some quiet corner to compose herself, I begged the special needs coordinator to take another look at the silver tabby. I knew I couldn't save them all... but that one was a nice cat. The coordinator agreed, and now it's safe in the Special Needs department, pending rescue. I'm very glad for that...
I know, all too well, that most of the cat's I'll encounter during the summer months won't ever leave the shelter alive. I hate summer sometimes. Too many cats, not enough people, not enough space. I know that my shelter alone puts down thousands of animals a year... the majority being cats, due to how quickly they reproduce, and because there aren't great packs of feral dogs running about. That'd make the news - our poor feral cats don't even get food. Bother people. Anyway. I have this quaint little fantasy that I prefer to pretend is true - that every cat I care for goes on to live a long and happy life, far far away from the shelter. It isn't true, but thinking of particular cats and knowing they are dead, despite my best efforts, hurts too much. I think that was my co-worker's problem today... it's hard to maintain the illusion when you're hauling those particular cats down to ER yourself.
Dr. Peter sent out an e-mail tonight, saying that one of the Vet-tech program sheep, Chumley, had to be put down today. Finally. The poor old thing had horrible arthritis, and was on painkillers. Everybody loved him, so he got to totter around the yard, stealing oats from the horses. Then Dr. Peter wrote something that made me laugh - the've set up a memorial area for the sheep, where we can leave cards and flowers and whatnot. O.O If I was going to leave a memorial for any animal, it'd be for those poor kittens and puppies and perfectly healthy animals that have to be put down every day because people are so idiotically irresponsible about their pets. I'm glad poor Chumley is finally freed from pain. Poor old boy was at the absolute end of his rope. No, if I'm going to mourn for any critter, it'll be for my shelter kids. *randomly kicks stupid person*
In other news, our abuse case kittens are getting better. Again, cutting due to people not wanting to hear it.( My poor kittens )
I saw "I, Robot" the other day. It's an absolutely fantastic movie, though I'm sure it doesn't follow the book at all (haven't read it yet). I'm also sure it stole from other sci-fi theories, because I've heard about... hrm. *is trying not to be spoilerish* Will Smith is at his best in this one, and he gave me my new favorite line of all time. ( Fav line, possibly spoilerish )
Of course, I like Will Smith as an actor, so I might be a little biased. The CGI was fantastic, the plotline had no major holes (that I could see, anyway), and I love Sonny. Can I have a Sonny? I'd rather have that Teddy from A.I., but Sonny'll work.
Work's been leaving me exhausted lately, so I'm going to trot off to bed. I get the day off tomorrow! Whoohooo!