To the Editor:
I have never read a sadder article in the Beacon than the one under Police Log on page 2 of Tuesday's edition, January 23.
It was entitled "Cat Euthanized.”
It seems a cat ran out across Greenwich Avenue and was struck by a car. Officers were dispatched and assessed the situation. It was decided that the cat was beyond help by officers, but not a vet. Since the owner could not be found, the decision was made to "euthanize" the poor creature with that most wonderful instrument of euthanasia, a .22 rifle.
After the cat was "euthanized" the body was placed "in some bushes" near the front door of a house thought to be the cat's home. Placed in some bushes? What are we, barbarians? Or do we live in the back woods of Alabama?
Are we living in a civilized city, in a civilized state, in a civilized country? We're not talking about a deer hit by a car on Route 146 or a moose hit in rural Maine on Route 95. We're talking about a cat hit by a car on a small highway in a big city where there are many vets.
The cat could not be taken to a local vet for assessment and proper euthanasia and kept there until the owner could be? Would it take too much time away from the local patrol or cost the city too much for a vet's fee?
What are we and what have we become to behave in such a callous manner?
The saddest story I have ever read in the Beacon for a long time…but after all, it was only a cat.