Spirit was a feral cat who lived in a cemetery with his 6 liter mates. Myself and several other woman come every day and feed them.He was a beautiful black and white cat with the most beautiful eyes. I decided to try to tame Spirit with the hope of bringing him home. It took quite a long time but he finality started to come to me.I kept calling him by his name and he would run out of the weeds when I called him and come and jump right into the back of my car to eat.With a lot of patience he would then let me pet him a little. He got bitten by some other cats and he would let me put medicine on him. When it was very hot he would let me wipe him down with a cold wash cloth. I knew it would soon be time to take him home I just had to go slowly.He was really close to one of his brothers and stayed with him all of the time.A beutiful skinny red one.Well one day after I had just finished feeding them a car with a cemetery worker came speeding up the road and ran the red one over and just kept going. He knew he had run him over.I took the poor cat to the vet but he had to be put down. It broke my heart but I was so angry at the worker that the next day on a sat. I went to the cemetery and had a confrontation with this man.I asked how can you just run over a cat and keep going. He showed no remorse at all. I said some really harsh things to him. When I left he was angry. I had gotten to know some of the workers there and had told one of the guys that I was going to take Spirit home and he knew how much I loved him. He was present when I had the confrontation with the person who ran over the red cat.This was all on a Sat..Well now comes the very sad part.This man who knew I loved Spirit must have told his coworker the one who I had the confrontation with about my love for Spirit because on Sunday morning another older man who also feeds the cats found my beloved Spirit dead.We cannot prove it but we truly feel that Spirit was murdered. We think he was ran over by a tractor or back hoe.This was 4 weeks ago and I am still reeling from all of this. I did call the SPCA but the said there was most likly nothing they could do because there were no witnesses. Every where I have turned I just hit a dead end. Noone seems to be able to help. I wonder if I knew something when I named him Spirit.I just keep saying to myself I should have taken him home but I just did not think it was time yet.He had become trusting of humans and it was some evil man who took his life.We are so sure this is what happened.
He was only about a year old. This poor animal never had a chance at life and it is so unfair. Even though I had only been caring for him and feeding him for 6 months he has left such a hole in my heart.I have lost other cats that I loved dearly and grieved over but nothing like I feel for Spirit. I think because my cats had wonderful lives and this poor baby never had a life.I still feed the other cats but it is just not the same with out Spirit there.He could lift me up on my darkest days.I buried him in my back yard next to my other cats under a little bush and I think he would like it there but that is not the way I wanted to bring him home.I will never forget this little special angel that came into my life for just a short time.
I will always remember his little face looking at me when I drove away that Sat.If I could erase time I would bring him home right there and then.I pray that he did not suffer and went quickly at the hands of his murderer.Rest in peace my little sweetheart . I love you. Mommy the only mommy you had ever known.