The dogs were raising hell, and the screams were horrible and once again I am put in a position to remind myself how much I hate having Ankylosing Spondylitis.
I scan the area trying to find the source of the screaming and then I see it.
A beautiful small Persian cat being destroyed by a dog.
I run down the stairs in time to yell at the dog and the cat is dropped in the street in front of my home.
I run to check on the cat and sadly it is still alive and in shock.
Long story short the cat belongs to the lady at the end of the street that was in my yard the month earlier obviously unwell.
I am of course shaking and in tears, angry that I cannot bend down to soothe the animal.
She quietly said my cat fought till the end, I said that cat is still alive.
She picks the cat up and drops it in a mop bucket and drives away.
I stand in the street, in my pajamas, tears streaming down my face, and my neighbor asks me, are you okay, no, not at all.
To be honest I am not sure what to say or what to write about today, I am struggling to find something to be grateful for.
I am angry that due to AS I was unable to help three animals being attacked. I am angry that due to AS I couldn't bend down and comfort those animals.
My heart is filled with such emotions, anger, empathy, compassion, sadness and guilt.
Today I guess I am grateful that after all I have gone through in my life, that my heart still has the capacity to feel.
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