Well once again, it's been forever since I've made an entry. Not because I don't want to, or have nothing to post about, but due to being excessively busy and stressed out constantly about my lack of time. I have a ton of stuff that should be posted. Happy, fun times as usual. Unfortunately that will not be the theme of this post as a very upsetting event has occurred that I need to express my feelings about.
Thursday morning, our very beloved cat Blaze who had been with us since 2003, was killed under our deck by some neighborhood dogs that got loose while my mom and I were sleeping right inside the house. We were unaware of what had happened until a few hours later when my mom was awake and my next door neighbor told her what he had seen. Two big dogs, one white, and one brown had chased Blaze under the deck, there was a scuffle and my neighbor ran over there to stop it but in the few seconds it took for him to get over there, Blaze had already been killed and the dogs took off. I was awoken by my mom shouting in the backyard, and immediately knew something was very wrong. I was informed of the situation and next thing I knew I was down under the deck looking at poor little Blaze, laying there dead. There were flies all over him. I couldnt stand the sight and immediately started sobbing and screaming "OH MY GOD NO NO NO NO!!!" I ran and got a box and some towels from the garage, shooed all the flies away and picked him up... he was cold and stiff, fur all ruffed up, a big bite on his side, eyes open, blood pouring out of his mouth. It was fucking awful. Just absolutely horrid and disturbing and terrible. I was beyond hysterical.
My mom had to leave to go to a very important doctors appointment so she was trying to hold it together, and I put Blaze in the box inside the garage until she returned and we could decide what to do. About 30 minutes later, I had calmed down a little and was sitting out on the front porch and a truck drove down the street very slowly. It slowed even more in front of my house, and then stopped and the guy driving rolled down his window and yelled something to me but I couldnt hear him. I walked over, and he was like "have you seen some dogs?" and I was like "how long have they been out?" and he said "since this morning" and I was like "are they bigger dogs, one white, one brown?" and he was like "yeah that's them, they're huskies" and I said "welllll... I didn't personally see them, but my neighbor saw them earlier. They killed my cat." His face went white as a sheet. He was like "OH NO I'M SO SORRY I'LL BE BACK" and drove away.
My mom came home about 15 minutes later and wanted to see Blaze in the box and she totally broke down which set me off again. We were both screaming and sobbing. So much pain to see him that way. We decided to have him cremated, so we put him in the car and headed to the humane society. On the way there we passed the guy in the truck, who was still driving around looking for the dogs. I flashed him with the car lights until he pulled over and my mom got his name and phone number. He promised he'd come back to our house as soon as he found the dogs. So we continued to the humane society and filled out all the paperwork. Said our final sobbing goodbyes to Blaze and then headed home. A little while later, there was a knock at the door. The dog's owner had come back as he had promised. The dogs had been picked up by the police and taken home. The owner was legit torn up about the situation, extremely apologetic, and even started crying himself. He offered to pay the bill for the cremation service, and to pay for any costs for a future cat we may get. He had no idea how the dogs got out and is going to reinforce everything in his yard to make sure it doesn't happen again. He also spoke of how friendly and sweet his dogs are, but that they have been known to kill rabbits, squirrels, and other small animals.
The owner returned on Friday with a check to cover the cost of the cremation. He was crying again and informed us that he had been contacted by the police because two other cats had been reported as killed by his dogs.
Really though, there's no one to blame. Can't blame the guy because he does seem like a responsible owner who loves his dogs, they just found a way out and went for it. I found it very respectable that he was taking responsibility for what happened and offering what he could to make the situation any better. Can't get mad at the dogs for being dogs. They don't know any better. A dog can be the sweetest thing but they still have animal instincts and will act on them. Can't blame ourselves, Blaze enjoyed going outside and we allowed him that pleasure. He much preferred to do his bodily business outside rather than use the litter box. He never went far, he mostly just hung around the deck, and nothing bad ever happened. Except for this one time, this one terrible situation... which is just a bunch of circumstances coming together to meet in one final tragic loss. No matter how it's viewed there is no silver lining to this cloud. Our cat has been killed, there is nothing that can be done to bring him back or make it better.
It's one thing to lose a pet to old age or sickness, at least then you know it's coming and can somewhat prepare and have time to say goodbye. I've been there before and although it hurts very much, this unexpected violent loss is so much worse. It's just so shocking on top of the sadness of the loss. It was way before his time to go. It's so fucking bad bad bad that this happened!!!!
A little backstory on Blaze:
Blaze came to live with us as a tiny little thing no bigger than my hand, 5 weeks old, eyes still blue, way too young to be away from his mom. One of my mom's friends had rescued him from a house in Brooklyn, IL (GHETTO-LAND GALORE). He was covered in fleas and extremely needy. He won my heart immediately when I offered him a mouse toy and he he took it and started walking with it and growling this almost inaudible little growl. I remember saying "Oh you think you're a tough guy huh little one? Well you can't be too tough with that pink nose!" He was so cute and had the loudest meow for how tiny he was. He bonded with my mom deeply and they became the best of friends. He followed her everywhere, a constant companion.
Well as all kittens do, this little kitty face:
grew into this big kitty face:
...and he lived a life that would be the envy of many a feline. Adored by my mother he was beyond spoiled and given only the best of everything. We gave him constant love and attention, and he gave just as much love in return. He was a very well behaved cat, was extremely personable (once you got to know him, he was always a little wary of strangers), and was usually waiting just inside the door to greet us upon coming home. He was my mom's constant buddy, always at her side when she was awake and at home, greeting her every morning excitedly when she'd come out of her room. He would meow and I'd meow back and we'd have an entire conversation (although I didn't know what I was saying, I seemed to speak his language pretty well ;D). He would run and throw himself on the floor in front of me when I'd walk, and do what I'd call the "worm-cat" wriggle until I would exhaust him of petting and patting. He was not just "some cat", he was a very important member of the household, and after 9 years of his presence his absence is making the house feel empty and depressing. I'm very upset about it, my mom is completely beside herself... he was her little buddy. On top of my own sadness I feel double as sad because I know that her heart is broken. It will take a long time to heal from this hurt.
Goodbye our friend, our beautiful Blaze.
I hope we provided you with an enjoyable and happy life.
I am so so so sorry that you met with such a horrible end.
You did not deserve that, and I would do anything to take it back.
Your presence and the joy & light you brought to our household will be very, very missed.