sometimes your luck runs out
Lela, our one-eyed cat, finally hit her 10th life today. A tiny pound rescue, Lela only had one eye. Not sure what happened to the other one...but from all we could tell, she'd had a pretty tough life. We adopted her from the shelter back in '00 or so...I can't remember exactly when. This evening she wanted to go out. When I lived at the house she was outside all the time (and in, and out, and in, and out...). When I moved into the apartment, since it was on the 2nd floor she rarely ventured out.
Since moving to the first floor, she wanted to go out more often, but since she always wanted to do the in/out thing, and since the door was usually closed, Lela didn't get her wish often. Tonight I only had the screen door closed and Lela wanted to go out. So I let her. About 10 minutes later I heard a scuffle and a woman upset. I got up to look out and saw two dogs, one on a leash and another in the street. I though Lela might be under the car parked in front of the apartment. It didn't seem that much was going on so I sat back down. Then I heard the woman start screaming, and went to the door seeing Lela run from under the car to the side yard. I walked out and found that the dog had cornered Lela, and had her in his mouth. A guy who was walking another dog tried to help and got the dog to drop Lela but it was too late. She moved a bit, took a few breaths, then was still .
At least she went quickly. God speed Lela.
