About Goldie, the broken calico
But her dad had to go to work out of state, so he left Goldie with his girlfriend. Then Hurricane Sandy happened and Goldie was left behind in her home in Queens, as the waters rose, the house shivered and shook. Goldie was cold, wet, hungry and alone all over again.
When her family came back to the now-ruined home to check on her, they discovered she was peeing blood. A vet told them the surgery to fix it would cost $900 and they simply could not afford it. So instead of getting the care she needed, Goldie found herself, almost a year after being adopted, back in a tiny metal cage at the same shelter.
She remembered the smell of death, the rough hands poking her to see if she would bite, the small helpings of bad cat food in a cage barely big enough to stretch out in. One by one, she saw her neighbors disappear... maybe they got adopted by nice families of their own. But more likely -- she knew -- they were taken away to the room that smelled like death, the one down the hall from her tiny cage. She could hear the yelps of scared dogs and lonely cats, dragged one at a time to that scary room. No one ever came for her.
And then it was her turn. Her name came up on the list. She was still peeing blood, and it hurt, but no one fixed her up, no one even told her "don't worry, your dad will come back for you" when they ran a scanner down her body and found a microchip buried between her shoulders with his name and address. Her dad never came. And now it was her turn to die.
But then, by some miracle, Goldie got a break. Someone did come for her. Someone from far away, someone she never met, someone who wasn't going to let her die like that, all alone and abandoned and forgotten.
Goldie spent a month with a vet and soon, her bladder stones were gone. Peeing didn't hurt as much any more but she still remembered that pain and didn't like to squat like the other girl cats because maybe, she thought, squatting was what made it hurt so bad. It was better but it would take a long time to trust the litterbox again, because she thought that was what betrayed her, not her own body.
Then she came to live in a city far away from New York, in a house far away from her warm home with her dad and the ruined house back in Queens. She didn't know anyone there and she was reluctant to trust. Why would this time be any different? Maybe this person she didn't know would throw her away like everyone else did, so why bother getting comfortable?
And then the cats. UGH, the cats. Goldie doesn't like cats, so being at the shelter surrounded by them and living with several in her foster home isn't ideal, but she's learned to accept it. She found her safe spots. She slowly began to trust the human not to let the other cats be mean to her.
Goldie may never trust humans, and really, who can blame her? She may always have some litterbox issues, but she tries her best to at least go *near* the box and the human figured out putting a pan in front of the box keeps the pee from getting on the floor. Her bladder stones have not returned and she doesn't need to be on a special diet, though lots of fresh water and good wet food is ideal.
Goldie does not cuddle. She does not greet you at the door when you come home. But every now and then, she slowly approaches her foster human with softness in her eyes and allows herself to be vulnerable. To accept love. A little scratch on the chin is sufficient; she is still on edge, still worried about the other cats in the house, still afraid to love too much or she might be abandoned again.
Goldie is broken but not beyond repair. But she needs a very special person to understand the depth of all she has been through and to be patient with her as she learns to trust. She needs stability, something she can count on, a family to call her own who will love her until her last breath.
She deserves to know what that feels like.
If you think you are the person Goldie has been waiting her entire life to find, please get in touch to arrange a meeting. Goldie could also really use a no-cat foster home just to get a break from all the cats at hers, so if you could make a long-term commitment to opening your home to this special cat while she waits for her forever family to find her, get in touch.
"I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul." -Jean Cocteau
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