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I came home to find my cat mangled to death by one of the dogs my mum recently adopted. He was my George. He used to reply whenever I called him, and he was the best snuggle-buddy. I came upstairs this morning to say hi to him and he replied like usual, then I gave him a scratch on the head. When I saw him he was by the laundry room door, mouth slightly open, fur everywhere, and he was covered in slobber. I turned around only to see these two dogs that had somehow escaped their cages. One of them killed my George. We're getting rid of he one we think most likely did it, because we have 3 other cats in the house and we will never let that happen again. I really like that one dog (Mello) but I just know that if I see her again I might lose it. It literally took me every ounce of will power not to beat her when I saw what she had done. I was just so angry, so sad. I left the ruined house in my car until somebody else got home. I couldn't be there alone. I had to cover his dead body. My poor Georgie, I loved him so much. My mom blames herself because she thought she could train the prey drive out of Mello, but the odds were against her. I locked the two dogs that escaped from their cages myself. Conceivably, Mello COULD have gotten out because her cage is rubbish, but there's NO way the other one got out (it's just a simple two latch lock) so I have NO idea what happened. Mello's not smart enough to open the other one's cage. I left at 8:00 this morning, they were in their cage, my brother left for a trip today at 12:00, still in their cages. I'm just so sad right now, I miss my Georgie. My 8 year old fat cat that meowed whenever I wanted him to. He was our curious George. I'm so sad. I've had nothing but Rye to drink tonight, and I feel so guilty that I don't feel worse.
My poor Georgie, I loved you buddy, so much. I just can't imagine the fear and anguish you went through. I wish I had stayed home, my poor Georgie. I love you buddy, and I'm so sorry. The only thing I can do tonight is drink and hope the pain goes away for at least one night. I love you Georgie, my buddy-boy.
My poor Georgie, I loved you buddy, so much. I just can't imagine the fear and anguish you went through. I wish I had stayed home, my poor Georgie. I love you buddy, and I'm so sorry. The only thing I can do tonight is drink and hope the pain goes away for at least one night. I love you Georgie, my buddy-boy.