I trapped another black cat Wednesday evening. He looked kind of wet and miserable since it had been raining for two days or so and despite my best efforts, the trap had gotten wet. He overnighted in the garage and on Thursday morning, he and I went to the APL for the usual services. While we were there and I was filling out paperwork, I uncovered the trap a little to see him and give him his name - a task which I take quite seriously. Perhaps I'm not so much giving them names as listening for what their name is... I usually attempt to name our cats and kittens for pets of those who have donated, or something about them that sounds like a cat name, to me :)
I struggled with naming this character and as I pondered, I petted him in the trap. He was very quiet and calm despite the relative chaos of the TNR drop-off room - people coming and going, talking and moving around, cats everywhere in traps and carriers (probably 30 or so), meowing, scratching and the occasional hiss... He was so calm. I thought perhaps he is tame. His right eye was very goopy and didn't look good, though that isn't too uncommon with feral cats and often can be cleared up with a short course of medication. Hmmm....okay, I guess I can keep him a couple of days if he needs some meds. So I told Sara (the TNR Coordinator) to have the vet give her recommendation and prescribe whatever she suspected would help him. What's one more, right?? :) Sara wondered, "What's up with his feet?", I told her they look wet, he was out in the rain, I guess he's pretty uncomfortable...
After I left I went home which is unusual. I was having a cup of tea and my breakfast when my cell phone rang - the APL - why are they calling? I picked up and was speaking with a vet, not usually a good sign. The doctor had Glencairn under anesthesia and was doing his examination. He was in bad shape, she said. Really bad shape. She figured that he was blind in one eye and had massive infection in his other eye as well as in his mouth. Also, he was thin and his feet were ulcerated and swollen and she suspected it was painful for him to walk. So, what did I want to do? Even as I type that my heart jumps... She said that there was definitely a "quality of life issue" here. She could give him a shot of long acting antibiotics and I could keep him in my garage for a few days to see if he improved.... She asked if he seemed like a happy cat in the colony, because of course, he could be getting around just fine. I couldn't really answer that because there are so many black cats in this colony that it is tough to tell them all apart sometimes. I had about five minutes to make my decision while he was under anesthesia. I asked the doctor to call me back in a few minutes.
When I put down the phone, the tears came. I know that this is what I signed up for and I still don't like it. Archie (one of our black cats) came to me and I picked him up and hugged him... When I asked my question, the answer was obvious. I was hearing it all around me - "Let him go." The doctor called back and despite my best efforts, I was teary when I told her. She said that she knew it was hard to do and that going into winter, this was better than him starving outside in the cold. She definitely cared about Glencairn, too.
So, one of my other black cats, Jinxie jumped up on a stool in the kitchen, which she never does and I picked her up and held her as she purred and as Glencairn passed over. I'm happy that his last night was safe and quiet in the garage next to another cat. I'm glad that he received some pets and his name on his last morning. I know that he walked into that trap for a reason and I feel that he knew what he was doing. This is what I signed up for and it's sure not easy on mournings like this.
Godspeed, Glencairn. I'm glad to have met you... May your rebirth be fortunate.