I was in Pet Co Jan 30th... Around 6:30 [unfortunately, we had to leave half an hour later... we didn't know they closed at 7 on Sundays lol]. It was my boyfriend [Billy], my sis, and me. We walked in, and near the back, were some small dogs in a few kennels. Two were being pretty loud, but they just wanted someone to pet them ^^ And another [looked like a Chihuahua, but I'm not sure... it was pretty big for a Chihuahua] just laying in the kennel, looking scared to death of everyone. I felt bad for it.
Then, of course, we found our way to the cats in the back. Billy and I have a weak spot for them. As soon as we walked in, two cats stood and started rubbing against the Plexiglas, wanting us to pet them. Unfortunately, we couldn't, really. There were only small holes in the Plexiglas, big enough for Sam and I to put our pinkies in =/
Here's the thing, though: I came across a cat named Alex. He was very pretty. And I looked at him for a few minutes, and noticed he was shaking. Sam looked at the paper about him that was taped to the side of the cage [it's not exactly a cage, but I'm not sure what else to call it]. He had been in a bad shelter. Not one of the no-kill ones, but... yea... He was X-rayed, and they found two BB's in him, and he also had a bit of damage to one of his legs, so he couldn't run very fast, and he couldn't jump very high. To make matters worse, he was deathly afraid of people.
As soon as I heard Sam saying those things, I was trying very hard to hold back the tears. I have a very strong attachment to cats, especially ones that have been treated like that. I wanted so badly to just take him home, to hold him and love him, and give him a home. Cats, or any animals, should not be treated that way. I wish I had the money and the place to take him home... I feel so bad for him... He's been neglected and abused most, if not all, of his life, and he doesn't know what it's like to have someone love him. I just wanted to take him away from there and love him.
We wanted to ask someone who worked there if we could take out some cats and play with them, but they were closing. Billy would have picked a very affectionate calico [or what seemed to be a calico], Sam would have picked the Siamese cat.
I wanted Alex.
We had to leave abruptly, since one of the workers told us they closed ten minutes before. I had to say goodbye to Alex, but I hope that's not the last time I see him.
I will see you again, I promise. I will come back for you. heart
Then, of course, we found our way to the cats in the back. Billy and I have a weak spot for them. As soon as we walked in, two cats stood and started rubbing against the Plexiglas, wanting us to pet them. Unfortunately, we couldn't, really. There were only small holes in the Plexiglas, big enough for Sam and I to put our pinkies in =/
Here's the thing, though: I came across a cat named Alex. He was very pretty. And I looked at him for a few minutes, and noticed he was shaking. Sam looked at the paper about him that was taped to the side of the cage [it's not exactly a cage, but I'm not sure what else to call it]. He had been in a bad shelter. Not one of the no-kill ones, but... yea... He was X-rayed, and they found two BB's in him, and he also had a bit of damage to one of his legs, so he couldn't run very fast, and he couldn't jump very high. To make matters worse, he was deathly afraid of people.
As soon as I heard Sam saying those things, I was trying very hard to hold back the tears. I have a very strong attachment to cats, especially ones that have been treated like that. I wanted so badly to just take him home, to hold him and love him, and give him a home. Cats, or any animals, should not be treated that way. I wish I had the money and the place to take him home... I feel so bad for him... He's been neglected and abused most, if not all, of his life, and he doesn't know what it's like to have someone love him. I just wanted to take him away from there and love him.
We wanted to ask someone who worked there if we could take out some cats and play with them, but they were closing. Billy would have picked a very affectionate calico [or what seemed to be a calico], Sam would have picked the Siamese cat.
I wanted Alex.
We had to leave abruptly, since one of the workers told us they closed ten minutes before. I had to say goodbye to Alex, but I hope that's not the last time I see him.
I will see you again, I promise. I will come back for you. heart
