I had wash out on the line and noticed a black cat in the yard. I pulled down all the bed sheets and took them inside and then came back out to toss treats at the cat staring at me in the yard. Our neighbor out here has been thoughtful enough to have all the feral cats she encounters picked up and fixed. Me, being a cat person, of course hoped one
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He was in shock, and if he had pulled out of it, he might have died from infection or fever or secondary infections from the broken bones - and he would likely have been in a good deal of pain all the way up to that point.
Still, I am right there with ya wishing we could have saved him - but that is always the way such things work out. It is easy to think too much for too long on what you could have done to change things, and the realistic answer is "absolutely nothing", as much as we want to beat ourselves up and tell ourselves otherwise. We cannot see into the future, change the past, or magically mend wounds.
This helplessness and frustration are just a part of life, and a part of letting go. We saved him from being eaten to death, and saved him from dying slowly from his wounds. It was all we could do, but it was a lot, and we exhausted all our options in the process.
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