On Wednesday, 18th of April within the city limits of Enterprise, AL, a heartless bastard used a .22 rifle behind my house (10 feet from where my son plays, by the way) and shot my housecat Ares. Ares is an indoor cat that had snuck outside. He was bothering no one and was simply the target of someone else's random cruelty.
Before you discount my family's pain based on the fact that Ares is "just a cat," understand that He was a source of great calm following both my deployments to Iraq. When I was gone, he watched over my wife and child like a guardian angel, giving attention and warmth when Daddy couldn't. When my wife was pregant with our son and on bedrest for nearly 3 months, he laid beside her and kept her sanity. He was the first to greet us when we brought our Bowen home from the hospital. He watched over him in his crib and never hinted at any plan to put him in danger (smothering him for body heat or such). He is far more loving than any human I have ever met.
You may notice that I use was and is interchangebly. That is because he is still alive, but this afternoon my wife and I go to see him ffor the last time before they put him to sleep. The bullet severed the nerve bundle that controls his hind legs and he will never be able to move again. Right now, he requires medical assistance to be able to urinate and void his bowels. The vet wanted to give 24 to 48 hours of observation to see if he regains any movement. If he hasn't regained any by this afternoon, he will have to be put down.
My wife and I have taken this very hard as Ares is like a silent son with impeccable timing, always there when you need him. It is no exageration to say that Ares is my best friend and he will be missed terribly.
Before you discount my family's pain based on the fact that Ares is "just a cat," understand that He was a source of great calm following both my deployments to Iraq. When I was gone, he watched over my wife and child like a guardian angel, giving attention and warmth when Daddy couldn't. When my wife was pregant with our son and on bedrest for nearly 3 months, he laid beside her and kept her sanity. He was the first to greet us when we brought our Bowen home from the hospital. He watched over him in his crib and never hinted at any plan to put him in danger (smothering him for body heat or such). He is far more loving than any human I have ever met.
You may notice that I use was and is interchangebly. That is because he is still alive, but this afternoon my wife and I go to see him ffor the last time before they put him to sleep. The bullet severed the nerve bundle that controls his hind legs and he will never be able to move again. Right now, he requires medical assistance to be able to urinate and void his bowels. The vet wanted to give 24 to 48 hours of observation to see if he regains any movement. If he hasn't regained any by this afternoon, he will have to be put down.
My wife and I have taken this very hard as Ares is like a silent son with impeccable timing, always there when you need him. It is no exageration to say that Ares is my best friend and he will be missed terribly.