“Telling Tails” is a new blog that I created to share stories of animals that we have helped over the years and to offer advice and information and whenever possible a few resources that just might help if you are facing a humane situation. Please come back often and take a look at what’s new.
A “Tail” about a very special cat named Binx
I have been helping animals in one way or another as far back as I can remember. I just love them. They are so cute and adorable and they offer something that is hard to find unless you know exactly where to look , that something is unconditional love. They will die for you and they deserve no less from the people that are supposed to care for them from the day they enter your life to the day that God chooses to take them out.
My very first story in this blog series is about a cat that we found and we eventually named, “Binx”.
One night as I was walking down the sidewalk to go visit my Mother I heard a weird noise. It sounded like a baby crying and a cat meowing all at the same time. It was dark so I could not see underneath all of the bushes that lined the front of my house and that were all around my Mother’s house. I ran back to my house and grabbed a flash light and went back out to see if I could find out what it was.
I called out, “kitty, kitty” and this thin, white cat came out from under the spiral bush that was located at the corner of my Mother’s house. He was trying to meow but, for some reason he could not open his mouth. I was afraid that I would scare him a way so I walked up towards him very slowly. He did not back away. He just kept trying to meow. I believe that he was asking me to help him.
He allowed me to pick him up and bring him inside. Once we were in the light, it was much easier to see him. He was bone thin, very dirty and looked as if he were really sick. I put my glasses on and got out a magnifying glass and there it was. The reason why he could not open his mouth. It looked as if he had fishing wire attached to his upper and lower lips. I immediately called my vet and asked if we could bring him in.
We left him over night to be checked out and tested for diseases and to see if they could find out what all was going on with this little guy. We could not stay because the vet had to go deliver a calf. The next morning I was at the clinic bright and early. I could not believe what the vet had to tell me about the cat that could not meow.
Apparently, it was suspected that this cat had been used in some form of beastiality. His mouth was sewn shut with fishing wire. His teeth had been filed down. The ends of his toes had been cut off and to top it all off he was starving to death. He also tested positive for both Fel V and Fiv. ( Feline leukemia Virus and Feline Infectious Virus ). He weighed less than four pounds and the vet told me that the kindest thing that I could do was to put him down.
In a way I wish I would have listened to the vet and in a way I am glad that I didn’t. The reason why I wish that I would have put him down when the vet said is that I became so fond of him that I cried my eyes out when he did pass away. It was so hard to watch his deterioation over the next two years.
He did okay for several months as the vet put him on some meds and special foods but, we could never give him enough to eat to fill him up. It was all part of the disease. We could never get his strength or his weight up. We could never do enough for him to make him better in any way. The only thing that we could do was to love him and do our very best to care for him.
The reason that I am glad that I did not put him down when it was suggested is that I feel that he got to live at least one part of his life happy and he knew that he was loved.
He ate like a little pig and he played and he had a space that was all his own. He loved everybody here and I think that he knew that we really did try. I really do not know why or how Binx ended up the way that he did on the night that I found him. I will never know. The one thing that I do know is that my life was better for almost two years for having known such a sweet, loving little guy.
I think of him often and he is one of the many reasons why I do what I do. There is always another animal to help and there is always the chance to make life better for one animal that has never known a gentle touch or a kind word. I help animals in his memory and in the memory of many others like him. I did not change Binx’s life - he changed mine. He taught me that no matter whether we are facing the biggest struggle of our life or we are facing life’s end - we can still give love and be loved in return.
Binx- You are in my heart forever.