I'm still very depressed today, and still having the shock feelings throughout my body. I received word today that a 95 year old man in the area who was feeding feral cats for 15 years has died. The cats are in danger of being rounded up and euthanized by the county and it's up to me and our organization to try to stop it. We are going to offer to trap, neuter, and either return or relocate them (depending on new owner's feelings about the cats and availability of food and shelter.) I hope we can get to them before it's too late and that the family will be supportive and cooperative. Those cats shouldn't have to die with him. I want to see his humane legacy carried on in the community.

I have been crying a lot today thinking about what will happen to those cats if we can't help them. I consider their lives more precious than my own. It just hurts me to see happy, healthy cats killed only because they are feral and unadoptable as pets. All of the cruel things people do to animals make me cry. Cruelty, abandonment, killing, unnecessary euthanasia all fuel my depression but also inspire me to do my part to try and stop it.

How to put aside the depression and concentrate on the task at hand? I don't know, but I have to do it. Saving lives needs to take priority right now, those cats are depending on me to advocate for them in the community and make sure they continue to live long, healthy lives like Mr. Hall would have wanted them to. And of course be spayed and neutered to prevent more homeless cats!