All the dogs were rescued and taken to foster homes or no-kill shelters. We slipped in and got most of them, late at night while the old lady was asleep. Took us an hour. Too long. The rest were rescued 2 days later by SPCA and animal control officers.
The old lady was take to a nursing home. It was quickly determined that she was not competent to care for herself, much less the small zoo of cats and dogs. She has no family left, no sons or daughters. Some nieces were tracked down. But none wanted to get involved. The county is no determining her fate. If she is lucky she will die before a decision is reached.
We feel OK about this because all those animals had to get out of that house. One of the dogs I carried out, because she could not walk, was a 4-year-old collie mix with the worst mange I have ever seen.
The old lady did not understand what she was doing, the misery in that house. She has slipped too much mentally. Dimentia, and insanity, such things weredogs do not quite grasp. Dogs do not understand it at all, except that when their people fall to it they change, to someone, or something else.
I feel sorry for that old lady. She has no one. No family. No pack. No connections. Maybe that is what drove her out of her mind. Loneliness can do that.
The new cat is harassing Bailey. Even Rooster does not know what to do with him. But Rooster and Bailey are old. Both are losing weight and slowing down. A year ago Rooster still would have put this young cat, Chase, in his place. Not now. Too tired.
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