The Laughing Wolf

Into The Light: Ginger The Barn/Feral Cat

It has been far too interesting a week on many levels. I just had to put Ginger down. I had found her yesterday on a quick trip home, obviously with a problem, but she had moved off when I came back out of the house. I got home again around 0230 and found her again, but made the decision to do nothing as it was late and I could not consult with the neighbor who owned her (if anyone could claim such) and did not want to fire a gun then. She was still there this morning, curled up, twitching, not really responsive, and cold. I got my neighbor and we checked her out. There was nothing that could be done, except keep her from suffering, so I dug a grave and gave her the final gift: a round in the back of the head and a round in the ear. May the light welcome her home, warm her, and may her next be much better than this.

LW