sunshine0221's Diaryland Diary
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Spikey
Spikey
Last night there was a knock on the door, and it was my neighbor from across the street coming to tell me that she saw Spike get hit by a car.
My heart stopped.
The neighbor and I went across the street to her yard to look for Spikey. After much looking and calling for him, I had a feeling to come home, and found him under the steps of the porch. He was alert, let me pet him, and purred, but wouldn�t come out. I had no idea how to reach through and pull him out without hurting him.
I checked on him every 15 minutes or so, gave him water, and finally went to sleep around 3:00 a.m. This morning at 6:00 I went back out to see him, and he tried to climb out, but just couldn�t manage. I finally figured out how to pull him straight through the bottom of the step, got him settled on a poufy quilt in the living room, and called the vet.
They said to bring him right in, Spikey was an angel in the car, and he has a broken leg. I feel awful. He has to stay there today, have surgery on his leg tomorrow, after the vet makes sure he has no other injuries, and then stay there a few days more.
I am feeling all kinds of guilty. I shouldn�t have let him outside. I know he�s a baby, not a street savvy outdoor cat. I wanted to him to be able to be outside, and have fun, and run and play. I didn�t want him to ever be hurt, or suffer, or be scared.
I am so proud of him that he knew to come home. I can�t even imagine the feeling of knowing he was hurt and not being able to find him. I am eternally grateful that his injuries weren't worse, and I miss the little hairball more than I can say.
3:11 p.m. - December 30, 2002
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