I'm done.

I'm so demoralized about Henry. He's one of 20,000+ strays in my area
that I decided to take an interest in.. who would otherwise end up
euthanized in CO2 chambers at the local Humane Society.

But I f.cked up. He won't mix with our resident cats. I'm ready to
surrender him to a shelter (which means a 60% chance of being
euthanized), because his presence has totally f.cked up the lives of
the cats we've already committed to.

He's a great cat. A noble personality. A source of affection and
comfort. No doubt like many of those 20,000 kitties doomed this year.

What's the point?

How are these strays unlike the bazillion squirrels, mice or moles who
die living out their lives in the wild?

Why do I care?

Is it their anthropomorphizing binocular vision? Is it their ability
to adapt to human socialization?

Why shouldn't I just return Henry to the wild?

Are we fighting a losing battle to make sure people get their pets
fixed? Are cats and dogs simply rabbits or mice with higher brain
function?

I once loved a bug.. a ladybug that crawled into my room one night..
who no doubt died that year...

Perhaps Henry lived to teach me something. Perhaps his anonymous death
would teach us all something.

BLink