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Emo_Duck
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There used to be this cat that would wander around in our garden every so often. Sometimes when we spotted him, we'd leave out a bowl of cream or buy a little tin of cat-food. He had no collar or tags, was kinda scruffy and feral-looking, but seemed comfortable enough around humans and being petted. So one winter's day he comes around again with a big gash on his head, with mucus going out of his nose, tears from the eyes, and what I think was regular coughing. I decide to let the cat inside and call the nearest animal shelter, and this guy comes to pick him up.
He wasn't keen on getting into the hand-held cage thing, but was much complient than the shelter guy expected. So I ask the guy what they'll do with him, and he rather nonchalantly tells me they might just put him down.
My guts churned at that point, and I asked him to get the people at the shelter to call me and let me know what they were doing.
They never called...
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