All of our pets are strays that have shown up at our home - we were at 5 cats and 2 dogs. Our dear two year old yellow cat "Kato" disappeared last Thursday. It was not unusual for him to be gone a day and show up at breakfast time the next morning, but I had a bad feeling when 24 hours passed and he still had not shown up. Sunday morning I went out for the morning paper and saw him laying in the yard across the street. He wasn't there the evening before because I had been looking for him numerous times on Friday and Saturday.
I ran to him and he looked up at me and meowed as I approached. Both front legs were mangled and severely broken. A neighborhood dog had obviously gotten a hold of him.
Kato had no fear (as you can see from the photo), so he would have thought the dog was going to play with him and would have rolled onto his back.
We found a vet in a neighboring town that was open Sunday - took him there and all agreed that being put down was the best thing.
We have had to put down a lot of pets over the past 15 years, some just so old that they can no longer stand on their own, some with cancer or other progressive diseases, but for some reason this one has hit me very, very hard. I am having an incredibly difficult time finding a distraction. I just miss Kato so much.