Today is they day after D’Argo died. We did not go to school. I did not feel like going to school and we needed to go back to the Humane Society. When we took D’Argo to the Humane Society yesterday, we forgot to bring any money to pay for his cremation so today we went back to pay. While I was there, I wanted to go see D’Argo one last time. While I was in the back of the Humane Society saying goodbye to D’Argo, Irene stayed in the front and while I was gone the staff brought out to Irene a cat called Puck.
Puck is a Flame Point Siamese about eight months old. The Panhandle Humane Society thought that we would give Puck the ideal home and wanted us to adopt him. Puck had been found out on the street in Scottsbluff in November and, when he came to the Humane Society, he had a broken back left leg, which had tried to heal itself and had fused in the shape of a hockey stick, hence the name Puck. Unfortunately, his leg could not be saved and had to be amputated. After we left the Humane Society, we thought about Puck for several hours and have decided to adopt him.
I am not so sure about getting a new cat so soon after losing D’Argo. Either way, we now have him and have to make the best of things. Puck is a pretty cat. He has long, white fur with a orange and white tail and ears. Right now, he is hiding under the bed upstairs, probably because he is in a new environment and not used to us just yet.