Poor Mags Rags....

On Wednesday, our sweet kitty Maggie was seriously injured. Remember how I said a few posts below how the cats love to go to the garden? Well that's exactly where it happened. Emma wanted to help me water, so with her pink watering can in hand, we headed out for the garden with Maggie in tow. Maggie went to her usual spot by the back fence, not Lulu the Weimaraners side, but the small portion of fence of the neighbors we don't know. I looked over into the yard of these neighbors and noticed 3 large Boxers. I had never noticed dogs there before, but I didn't think anything of it. Emma and I started watering. Suddenly, I heard Maggie start to hiss. I immediately turned my head to see these two large dogs trying to pull Maggie through the fence! I yelled at Emma to stay put and ran over to the fence. I started beating and screaming at the stupid dogs to get them to let her go. Finally, I got her loose and she took off running. I grabbed Emma and ran her to the house to get Colter. The three of us searched all of the bushes and other cat hiding places in our yard. No Maggie. I wasn't sure how badly she was hurt. I saw fur flying, but no blood, so I wasn't horribly panicked. Bruce was on a bike ride, so I called my Mom. I was talking to her on my cell, while I noticed some people in the neighbors yard. I didn't want to talk yet, I just wanted to find Maggie. I hung up and went to search the field (I did find a little pink ball for Emma), Carters yard, and the garage. I walked in the house to get a drink, and the door bell rang. She introduced herself as Marie, and the house was hers. She was crying and apologizing. Apparently, the dogs belonged to her visiting Mother-in-law and it had been a source of contention that they were even here. She wanted to help in what ever way she could, so we set out searching again. No luck. Just then Marie's Mom(who lives with her and saw the whole thing happen) pulled up with a towel. She was also crying. She asked if we had found her. We told her no. She looked a Marie and said"did you tell her that we found her foot?". At that moment I totally freaked out. I ran in the house to get Colter to help (Bruce was home by now). I peeked out to the porch. Guess who was just sitting there. Maggie! I started to cry. Her leg was totally mangled. Bruce calmed me down, grabbed a towel and Colter and I wrapped her up. Marie drove us to the closest Vet, who told us that they would have to amputate her leg. I was still crying, but Maggie was surprisingly calm. The Vet said that she wasn't even in shock. We gave her a love and left her to heal. We visited her everyday and this morning we brought her home. Marie and her Mother couldn't have been nicer. They paid for her care and have kept in contact to make sure she was ok. I can't say the same for the dogs owner. I haven't heard (nor do I expect to) from her. I certainly hope she has the decency to pay Marie and her Mom. As for Maggie, she's resting comfortably under my computer desk. She has been trying to get around, but it's been very challenging for her. We've all been taking care of her, even Bruce (not really a cat guy) has been giving her loves. We'll do what we can to help her heal. I know people say "It's just an animal", Like they're disposable. But the truth is, animals are a big part of our lives. They're companions. They're friends. They love us unconditionally, and that's how we should love them. While Maggie was at the Vet, everyone loved her. They said when they would pet her, even when she was in pain, she would purr. That's what a loving pet she is. We're going to continue loving her right back. Thanks so much for all of your loving comments. I'm so grateful for all of my great friends and family and so is Maggie. After surgery....

Maggie's home!