A Special
Journal
about 2 Strays,
Lil Girl and Big Tat
Entry Two
July/03.
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Entry Two:
Big Tat gets Hit! July 2003
It was nightfall and I figured I'd take a walk around the village near Big Tat's
old home and make myself seen to him in my efforts to befriend him.
I knew that he'd be hungry so I brought along some food and
water to lure him. I also wanted him to get accustomed to me and
what better way is there other than food and water? And off I went.
I was in the
open field on main street around the area he hung out the most (it's
only yards from his old home on main st.) and watched two pick up
trucks, pull u-turns and race around. I peaked out further to see if
I recognized the trucks when I noticed they were actually chasing
down the old tabby and nailed him as he was trying to escape their
speeding tires!!
- I watched in horror as he rolled under the
one pick up truck and rolled along the street as the pick up
screached it's breaks and threw the truck into reverse to hit him
again!
I screamed at them and made myself noticable so they knew
I was there and saw what they were doing, so they burned rubber
outta there and the old boy, in shock pulled himself across the rest
of the street and into some bushes.
Bent over, I slowly
approached the area I guestimated he had entered until finally I
heard him growling and whining. I knew he was hurt and from what I
had seen, I figured it was fatal. Impact had sent him rolling and he
was under the pick up. My heart was racing, he needed to get to the
vet!
I ran home to get the flashlight and ran back. While
approaching the area, I noticed blood on the street and sidewalk, my
heart sank, so I slowly approached the area I had last seen him, but
no sounds or noises could be heard.
I went around to the back
alley and searched with the flashlight till finally I caught a
glimpse of him pulling himself along the ground, literally on his
belly, growling as he moved. I stopped, hoping he would too, but he
was determined to get out of my view and forcing himself to do so,
no longer able to walk!
He had entered thick over grown
bushes-hedges and it was almost impossible to reach him, he knew
where to hide, that's for sure, so I went back to the house and got
a plastic bowl of water and a spoonful of wet food to put back in
his area.
When I got back, he had nestled himself under leaves in
the thick of the hedges, so I placed the little I had brought about
3' from him and left.
When I went back the next morning, the
water was all gone but the food remained, he was no where to be
seen. I checked for slide marks or blood in the grass and area - but
nothing, so I left fearing the worst.
I went back every second
day for 2 weeks, leaving food and water but never caught a glimpse
of the old boy. I still had hope because the food and water were
being consumed, but if it was by him or another stray, I wasn't
sure, yet I kept going in case it was.
I did it for another week
straight, looking under every bush, hedge, old car, nooks and crannies -
but nothing, still no sight of the old boy.
"prepare for the worst
and hope for the best" is all I could think.
till next time....
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