Stupid deaths upset me!

I wrote in the blog this past Friday about Chalkie, who was taken to the local Humane Society at the age of 17. Chalkie had some dental issues and the folks at the Humane Society felt that he would not survive anesthesia for the dental work he would need before they felt comfortable in sending him on to another family. Chalkie was euthanized on Friday, less than 24 hours after his arrival at the Humane Society.

I am not upset with the people at the Humane Society. I am very angry at Chalkie's former owner. She had decided to sell her home in Boulder and move to another state (I had understood that she was moving into a retirement home, due to her age and a physical disability) to be near her children and grandchildren. Chalkie was taken to the Humane Society on Thursday afternoon; his owner left late Friday night to drive to her new home in another state - not knowing that the Humane Society had tried to contact her Friday morning, to pick Chalkie up, if she did not want him killed. I was outraged to find out that she has returned to Boulder - she arrived back here Sunday afternoon, because she decided she couldn't live near her son after being in his home for less than an hour for a "welcoming" visit. She has decided to stay in Boulder.

Chalkie died for no reason other than her sheer stupidity and stubborness. She apparently had decided to move because "she felt her time for dying was near"; she "moved" to another state without having a place to move to; and after spending less than 60 minutes in her son's company decided that moving was a "bad idea" and she really did like Boulder. A cuddly, warm, loving lap cat was killed because a woman didn't look ahead to what might happen when she appeared on her son's doorstep, informing him that she was moving nearby to spend "her last time" with him and his family. Stupid, ignorant, unthinking.... I would add many more words, but they would not be nice. And I want this to be a "G" rated blog at all times, so I can't really express myself. At least she did not just turn him loose and hope he would survive on his own outside. At least he died (somewhat) peacefully - but without a known and loving presence there. He did not starve, was not crippled, was not eaten by a wild animal.... but he is irrevocably dead. Nothing can bring back his spirited, playful company. His death was wasteful and stupid!