I went up to my parents house the start of September, and while I was there I got a chance to get acquainted with the cats that were there. I didn't get too acquainted with them because I had my dog with me, and as expected they were not too eager to meet Musashi, my dog. While I was there I ran into a rather unfortunate cat who was called Polio. I later found out that he was called Polio because when he showed up he looked like he had been a victim of polio. If not for the injuries he would have been a really good looking cat, much like the one below.
Polio was a rather sweet cat that was three paws into his death bed. By the time I saw him, he was already looking for a place to die in comfort. Everyone who lived there, knew that they should take him in and put him down, but no one had the money or heart to do it. They all knew this because he was past the point of being able to groom him self, he had a club foot, possibly from being hit by a car, and his teeth were literally rotting out. Most people knew when he showed up because that was when the flies became more abundant.
While I was there, he did try to move inside once. I got a few scratches from taking him back outside. Aside from that, he mainly was looking for attention. Most of the time he was pushed away because everyone was repulsed at his condition. However they were not repulsed enough to let him starve.
I asked my mom about his background, and to her knowledge, he acted like he had a home, but was left outside and got injured and was then just abandoned. He would show up, go away, and then show up some time later. Eventually he just kind of kept on staying. Most likely because they were too kind to let him starve.
A couple days after I left, Polio disappeared for a couple days. The next time they saw him was in the backyard in front of the shed, already stiff. He now does have a resting place, and I hope a better situation than he had before. Unfortunately reminding me once again about the saying, "pets are here to remind us of our own mortality," I would also add to remind us to love them while we can. This was my one time to see him, and I am glad that I did, even if he was in a miserable condition.
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