I went on a special tour of the East Bay SPCA in Oakland and brought with me extra towels I no longer need to donate.
We went from the new facilities, very streamlined, to the cats, dogs, and birds in their enclosures and as I expected it hurt my heart to see them there and being unable to take them home with me. I have been there too many times in the past when Tango didn’t come home and I went to see if they had him.
One little black kitten cried and came up as close as he could against the cage wires and I stuck my fingers through and stroked his little head. I almost cried too. Where I live now is no place for a kitten, who needs lots of space. Both of the kittens I had at the house used to gallop up and down just out of exuberance and energy to burn. My two rooms won’t cut it. And what will happen to it when I pass?
I’m still not sure it was a good idea to go on this tour. The pain lingers.