Early the following morning I got an email from a friend saying she had seen a new black cat in the nearby parking lot who looked in rough shape. It wasn't until much later in the day that I put two and two together. That organic waste bin probably contained the black cat and some despicable excuse for a human being dumped him. They knew that a cat (Jazz) was being fed so thought this was a good place to dump the cat.
A few days later I was able to trap this dear little cat and took him to a foster home. I decided to call this black kitty Moon because he was dumped the day after the super moon and he had a very round face, like a moon.
Moon wasn't feral but we weren't sure he was a friendly guy either. After about a couple of weeks Moon went to the vet to be neutered however it was discovered he was quite sick. It was decided with the cards stacked against him due to illness that it would be far kinder to let him go. I called the vet's office asking them one small favour before Moon went over the rainbow bridge. Would someone please kiss the top of his wee head for me. If I could have gone to the clinic I would have kissed him myself.
I think every time I look at a moon in the night sky I will think of this dear kitty. I'm so glad I was able to get him off the cold streets and deliver him to a foster home so that he would know what it was like to be cared for.
RIP sweet Moon. You deserved more.
