He knew gentle hands, soft voices and caring hearts. He knew that some people do care. That some of us fight to right the horrible wrongs that some men seem to put upon innocent souls. He knew warm blankets, good food and that love does triumph in the end. But his life had been a struggle and he was tired, it was time to go, to travel out of pain and be embraced by the angels.
In his honor, find a local small rescue operation and volunteer to make a difference. Donate old sheets, kitten food, cat food, money, donate your time. I am talking about the small grass seed rescues not the big dogs. If you don’t know the local rescue lady or gentleman, my bet is your vet does. Or leave a monetary amount at your vet and tell them that this money is to be applied to the next person who brings a stray in bad shape to the clinic, and they can’t afford to pay for all that is necessary.
I don’t know when Smokey Joe ended up in the wrong uncaring hands. All I know, is the end, he knew that he mattered and people were fighting (and praying) for him to make it.
I am so sorry. Thank you for everything you did for this old fellow
I am sorry that all the forgotten can’t be help. One cat at time. When you heard, you took action. That’s the best anyone can do.
Your suggestion to direct our energies to our local tiny rescues is wonderful. I feed a feral colony and I’d love help, just a little. A stray mom had kittens at a friend of friend or friend’s house. I lent a trap, another hooked them up with SPCA for snip, a third will help with cages and recovery. A little help goes a long way.
Poor Smokey Joe. Thanks for your wonderful thoughts and words of wisdom. Kitten season is going strong and I am sure that a lot of the little guys can use the help.
So sorry Smokey Joe passed. So sad. Simply heartbreaking.
I am so sorry. I was really hoping he would get to go live in California the rest of his days. Poor soul. Made me feel really down all day today thinking about him.
I did as you requested and donated to a local small shelter in honor of Smokey Joe and shared his story.
Thank you for honoring him in this way. Anything given to a small rescue helps- no matter what it is- money, time, supplies or volunteering to scoop out litterpans
Poor little fellow. It’s as if he hung on until he could know that someone cared. Godspeed, Smokey Joe.
so sad, just breaks my heart. Be at peace little guy. Run with the wind, find a place to nap under a shade tree at the rainbow bridge knowing that in the end people cared for you and will shed a tear or two for you! Bless you MA that you were there for him.