On Saturday LadyWayne had gone out to get her hair doned and I decided to take Bean out for a walk as the weather was reasonable.
I walked past one of our neighbours' house and noticed a black cat walking down the driveway. It was all matted looking and it's right-front paw was bent under, but it didn't seem in any pain or distress. Bean chuckled at it (as he seems to do with almost any animal he sees).
Anyways, we carried on our walk and didn't think anything of it.
This morning LadyWayne tells me that our neighbour (the lady of the house in particular who LW meets up with regularly) is distraught as she cannot find their cat - Tinker.
Realisation hits - "Does Tinker have a bent paw, and is black with matted fur?" I ask. "Kind of" replies LW.
Our neighbours had gone out on Saturday and didn't get back until Sunday afternoon. On returning, they realised that they'd locked the cat flap so that Tinker could get out, but not back in.
I just received a call to say that Tinker had been found dead not long after I'd seen him (where and by whom I don't know).
Even though I'd never seen Tinker before I had heard about him - he was really old (something like 20 years old), and was very tolerant of their 8 month old baby.
I still feel guilty for not noticing, and maybe stopping to see that he was alright.
I walked past one of our neighbours' house and noticed a black cat walking down the driveway. It was all matted looking and it's right-front paw was bent under, but it didn't seem in any pain or distress. Bean chuckled at it (as he seems to do with almost any animal he sees).
Anyways, we carried on our walk and didn't think anything of it.
This morning LadyWayne tells me that our neighbour (the lady of the house in particular who LW meets up with regularly) is distraught as she cannot find their cat - Tinker.
Realisation hits - "Does Tinker have a bent paw, and is black with matted fur?" I ask. "Kind of" replies LW.
Our neighbours had gone out on Saturday and didn't get back until Sunday afternoon. On returning, they realised that they'd locked the cat flap so that Tinker could get out, but not back in.
I just received a call to say that Tinker had been found dead not long after I'd seen him (where and by whom I don't know).
Even though I'd never seen Tinker before I had heard about him - he was really old (something like 20 years old), and was very tolerant of their 8 month old baby.
I still feel guilty for not noticing, and maybe stopping to see that he was alright.
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