One small death for the community...

Today, while being beautiful and sunny outside...was sad in its own right. Just to make sure everyone knows, it was not a person lost. But a special little one all of its own world.

We have an elderly gentleman downstairs who has this little grey cat. This cat resembles Church from the Stephen King movie Pet Cemetary. Extra thumbs on both front feet to top it all off. Very affectionate cat that I honestly adored. Except for it crapping along my wall to the 7 year olds amusement. "Mom, we have a problem.." Words any mother's blood will freeze too.

Well, Pete has been in a nursing home for the last several weeks so the entire neighborhood has been caring for Church in his absence. Each of the 3 homes make sure there is food outside, and each of us has gotten attached to this annoyingly loveable cat. Especially the gentleman across the street. He is about my husbands age, married, kids..the whole nine yards. So you can imagine how devastated he is.

He was leaving last night and apparently as he was backing out he ran over the cat. But I applaud him completely for the fact that he stood up and did the right thing. Most people would have left the cat for dead. This gentleman not only took the cat to the Vets office, but he as well was going to pay to have it fixed. The vet quoted him almost $3000 but he was going to pay to have the cat fixed. And then the bad news. Church's liver and spleen were lacerated, so he was not going to make it no matter how much they worked on him.

So this neighbor paid to have Church put to sleep. He paid out of his own pocket for his mistake. Instead of making Church suffer. And what earned my respect is that this man cried while he told me.