A few hours ago, my landlord, Jenn, texted me: “OMG dead kitten in front of house.” Being a cat lover, I immediately threw on my shoes and ran outside to see what happened. A truck had stopped (not the one that hit it) and the lights were hitting it. It was sitting straight up and moving a little. I ran over (a few houses down) and Jenn said when they drove by, it was laying flat like it had been run over, but when she went to move it off the road it was alive. The person who hit it didn’t even stop.
The kitten was about 2 months old, all white with orange spots and it was bleeding from the mouth and struggling to breathe. The only animal hospital that is open 24 hours is about 20 minutes away, so we got a box and got him in there with some towels and made the drive over. I drove and Jenn kept checking on him (we decided it was a boy, no reason really) in the box to make sure he wasn’t dead. We named him Max. Max the white and orange kitten.
When we got to the animal hospital, they took him to the back to take a look and had Jenn fill out “Good Samaritan” forms, I guess this happens often. They said their policy is you either take responsibility for the cat (and all medical bills) or they euthanize the animal. Jenn broke into tears. She couldn’t take the kitten, she has a 1 year old baby and a 12 year old cat. That’s not the best mix. And I can’t take the kitten. I have enough to deal with right now, plus Gracie, that’s enough. We both felt better when the Dr. came out and said Max had severe head trauma and wouldn’t make it anyway, even if we did take him. So Jenn signed the papers to authorize them to put him to sleep. Poor little kitty Max.
At least we tried. I know we weren’t successful at saving him, but we tried to save him and that’s the most important thing. Have you ever done a good deed like that?
