On Dec. 21, 2018, I was in great turmoil over Thatch. Every time I tried to take him to the vet, it was a chase to find him or catch him to put him into his carrier. I had two cancel two appointments on Dec. 20 because of this, and I needed Val - come back to us, Val! we miss you - to help[ me catch him.
I got to the bus stop, where I sat with his carrier on my lap and wept. I was so angry, so frustrated over his health and difficulty that I didn't know what to do. My attitude was, I'm sick of this, I don't want him any more and I'm taking him to the animal shelter. Then I thought, I love him, the shelter will euthanize him because he's semi-feral; what do I do? I decided to see which bus came along first: downtown and we'll go to the vet' uptown and we'll go to the shelter. And I wept madly because I loved this baby and I wasn't coping at all.