Monday, May 30, 2011
thanks for nothing
The call from the SPCA Peace Officer didn't go well.
"Let me guess," she began. "Your family has let a cat problem get out of control and now you want us to come out, clean up after you, foot the bill and look the other way on charges -"
"I made the call because my parents have lost the ability to take control. And yes, I'm looking for help. I don't know who else to call and we need help."
"Who's paying the vet?"
"That's why we called. If I had the resources; if they had the resources, I wouldn't be talking to you."
"This is going to take several officers, several vans, a couple vets...thousands of dollars! There's only one of me - I'd have to bring in people from Edmonton and Calgary. I think you're going to have to take care of it yourself. Honestly, the most humane way to go about it is to get the help of a marksman."
In my mind, I'm thinking to myself Seriously?! Seriously??!!
So in the next week, my husband Bill and I, and my nephew and his friend will be making trips to the farm each night to systematically triage, treat, OR euthanize over 110 feral cats suffering from various illnesses. We're creating a new pet cemetery and Bill will be on hand to say several prayers after the burial.
It's agonizing to even think of it. I know that perhaps I was naive thinking that there'd be help, but I didn't really expect what we got when we called - nothing. No help, but threat of criminal charges if we don't comply. I think I know why it took us so long to act! In any event, our concerns lie with my parents and those animals.
Wish us luck.