Last night, my most beloved and wonderful cat Achmed escaped out my screen door and was attacked by my landlord’s dog, a large mastiff-type dog. It was 10:30pm. When I realized Achmed got out, I put the dog back in my landlord’s house. Someone (either his drunk ass or the skank he was fucking that night from the strip club) let her back out.
I was outside with a flashlight searching for him when I heard my cat screaming. I ran around to the other side of the house to find this huge monster dog (who has never been anything but sweet and submissive with me) was killing my cat. I tried to get her off him, hitting her in the face with the flashlight, pulling her collar, and screaming blue murder at the top of my lungs for help. My neighbor came out and got the dog off us and into the house. Still, my landlord does not respond.
In this melee, Achmed sustained a torn diaphragm, a deviated sternum, broken ribs that were torn from each other, and a hole that penetrated into his abdominal cavity. He was also in massive shock. After major surgery, he is stable, with a chest tube in and receiving lidocaine, fluids, and oxygen. I will visit him tomorrow. What could still get him is infection and inflammatory reaction. While not out of the woods, he is as well as can be expected under the circumstances.
I pray to whatever gods might listen that he makes it, since he is the angel of my life, my favorite baby kitty, the best friend I ever had. I am wracked with guilt at the door coming unlatched, at not getting that dog off him in time, at not being careful enough. I also had to go to the ER because Achmed bit me deeply several times. My right pinky is so swollen and bruised that I can’t use it. Typing hurts a lot but I need to vent, so forgive any typos. Also, I’m on antibiotics and got a tetanus shot. I feel like I got hit by a bus. However, I will live. My baby might not.
I am so fucking miserable right now I can’t even think right. I was able to see Achmed before I left. He put his head in my hand and purred. He found it in himself to purr even though he was at death’s door. He’s that kind of boy.
So basically, I have to move now because I can’t live here anymore. I had cluster flies in October, and that alone made me want to move anyway. Also, my landlord has propositioned me sexually in the past and is a heavy drinker. He said he’d pay for my medical bills but not Achmed’s, which will no doubt be around $3000. He lets his dog run free at all hours and never has her leashed or fenced in. He threw it in my face that he didn’t want cats in the apartment at all, that it was ME who let the cat out and that he warned me that his dog kills cats. Like that makes it all OK. FUCK YOU!!!
I need to sue him after I move out. FUCKER!!! I hate him so much. I don’t blame the dog, as she has a tiny little pea brain. I blame HIM…
ARGH. This is horrible. God, I hope Achmed lives…any prayers from those who believe in such things would be welcomed, as well as any advice, or whatever. I need to go to bed now, massively tranquilized, as I haven’t slept more than an hour in a row since this happened…