Debra K
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When I was a young girl, a cat crawled through an open window of our family car and gave birth to a litter of kittens. Upon discovery, the mother cat and kittens were brought into our home and my siblings and I grew very attached to them. There was one kitten in particular that I had grown to love deeply. I can still picture him in my mind. One day, a few weeks later, I came home from school and the feline family was gone. My mom said that her nephew (my first cousin) was in town and stopped by for a visit. He agreed to take the kittens to a friend's farm where there would be lots of room for them to run and play. I was heartbroken. Years later, when I was a young adult, my mother told me what really happened. My cousin agreed to take them out in the country and shoot them. I immediately broke down in tears. My mother chastised me. She thought I was "old enough" to hear the truth.
Although I loved my mother, her history with animals was appalling and unforgiveable. Those lives she so callously disregarded were important. My sisters, brothers, and I are nothing like our mother in that regard ... we have rescued many, many animals over the years and have given them loving forever homes ourselves or with other people we could trust to do the same. All these stories posted here touch my heart.
Although I loved my mother, her history with animals was appalling and unforgiveable. Those lives she so callously disregarded were important. My sisters, brothers, and I are nothing like our mother in that regard ... we have rescued many, many animals over the years and have given them loving forever homes ourselves or with other people we could trust to do the same. All these stories posted here touch my heart.