Putting my traps back into the dark recesses of my garage. Not doing it anymore for awhile. Yesterdays sick cats and subsequent deaths did me in. Because I was on auto pilot, I did not spend any time with them. Just whisked the traps, with scared kitties into the clinic in the usual mindset of "this is best for them" Had I known I was taking them on their death ride I would have spent some time with each. Talked softly, gave treats, at least made eye contact. My head and heart have been a wreck and I hate the human race right now because someone, somewhere made this mess and left it to others to clean up. Someone somewhere dumped a cat without spaying and neutering, cats multiplied and mated and one got sick. Passed it to all the others. I hate that someone right now.
The lovely care giver I was helping was so overwhelmed with cats everywhere, every morning wanting food. She was going through a big bag of food a week. If we had not started on this the 30+ cats she had in her yard would have been 120+ next year.
This is the group my little baby foster Shelby, that died, came from.