Cycle of Life - Buckie

Made my way over to Union Square after work yesterday, elbowing through the crowds outside Macy’s for a look at the SPCA holiday window display. Totally cute as always – several kittens were sacked out sweetly, and those awake and frisky drew crowds of awestruck admirers of every age.

A volunteer had an adorable Chihuahua (one of many available these days!), attired in a tiny sweater for the cold weather, prancing out on the sidewalk. It was fun to see the crowd reacting to the animals. Dozens of people snapped pictures and no one could help but smile. I’ve no doubt that this was the highlight for numerous children's holiday downtown treks.

Over at the shelter, the kittens are cute too if less festively displayed. But it’s sad to see many of the older cats still around, longing for attention as well.

First up, a friendly young woman is choosing between a young adult and a kitten, both feisty all black cuties. They’re both good cats, as are several others she contemplates, looking like she wishes she could take them all. I reassure her that they’ll get homes eventually. But it’s up to her to make the final call. She goes out front, still pondering.

This gives me a chance to check in on Buckie, one of my favorite senior cats. He’s a charming long legged gray 9 year old with light tabby markings and white feet. He’s attentive and friendly, rubbing around for pets and gazing at me with big dilated eyes.

Buckie’s got a sad story – his former owner died, leaving him both homeless and bereft. Although he’s nice to all his human visitors, I feel like he’s still searching for his missing master. He’s trying to make the best of his situation though, and is pleased to have company.

A couple ask to see Wonder, a frisky little gray and white girl across the hall. The guy has asthma that can be triggered by some animal contact, so they’re just kind of testing the waters. Both of them seem to like the cat, so it’s disappointing after a few minutes when he admits his breathing is affected.

It’s just something you learn to live with, that’s his attitude. I feel bad for him though. It’s hard to imagine my life without animals front and center.