Welcome to the quarterly installment of Life On Sassy Cat Hill. Hopefully that is just a little joke and I’ll get back to blobbing a bit more regularly… but I won’t make any promises.
I’ve had a few posts sloshing around in my head waiting to be written down but they just never materialized. I have always wanted my blog (aka blob) to be a positive happy read for whomever may stumble upon it out there in cyber-land; but frankly, there have been happenings around here on The Hill that have made me quite grumpy and not exactly able to write with a positive and happy feeling. So, I just didn’t write.
Todays post however, will not be a happy one but I felt the need to write about it.
For months now I have been walking every single day, usually at a local park with a walking trail that runs along the beautiful Shenandoah River. My routine is to walk down first to the river’s edge and take in the beauty of our area. I’ve posted many pictures from the same spot on facebook and instagram. Standing in that spot for just a few minutes would give me energy to walk the 3-4 miles ahead. Many times at the end of my walk I’ll go back down to that same spot for some more energy to get me through the rest of the day.
Yesterday, Sunday, September 18, 2016 Mr. C joined me as he often does on the weekends. As we walked down the hill to that very spot we observed two individuals a male and a female in the water throwing rocks forcefully into the water as their friend; another male, watched from the bank.
As we got closer I realized that they were forcefully throwing those rocks at an animal struggling in the water. I could not tell what it was but I was horrified as these two monsters laughed gleefully as they bludgeoned this defenseless creature. I heard the female ask several times as she laughed… “Is it dead yet?”
I screamed “What the F#@k are you doing?!” At which point they stopped the torture and tried to pretend that they hadn’t been doing anything wrong. They even started hugging each other and laughing and kissing. I began to call the sheriff’s office at which point the guy on the bank yelled something as a warning. I was so angry I don’t even know what he said. Then I realized I needed to take pictures of the cars license plates as they were clearly planning to make their escape before the sheriff arrived.
As they came out of the river the girl kept repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” They all made a beeline for his truck as I unleashed a string of profanities on them and told them that they were despicable human beings. Unfortunately I only got a picture of the guy on the riverbanks face as the other two ran by too fast for me to get good shots of them. I had gotten a clear shot of the truck and plates though. As expected, they piled into the truck and peeled out of there as fast as they could.
I had never completed the call to the sheriff’s office as I knew I needed to use my phone to get those pictures. So after they left I made the call as my HERO, Mr. C. waded into the river in his best walking shoes to try to rescue the animal. He was able to reach it and bring it to shore limp and barely breathing. I did my best to revive it but it was already too late. The poor little groundhog’s lungs were full of water. I worked on it for awhile and for a few minutes we thought it might be breathing again but that wasn’t the case.
We gave our statements to the sheriff and then again to the Game warden. They told me that there is a “possibility” that there will be charges against them, but I really don’t believe that they will get any type of punishment at all.
Yesterday I was furious.
Today is a gloomy, rainy day. I still went down for my walk, I still went down to that spot and stood there looking out onto the river but instead of seeing beauty and being filled with energy all I could see were those monsters torturing and killing this poor, sweet little being…. and laughing.
It seems to me that I should be able to file charges against each of them personally because they robbed me, and what they have robbed me of was far more precious than money or jewelry. They have robbed me of all of the joy and peace and energy I got each morning as I gazed upon that spot on the river and I will never be the same for witnessing such evil.
Today I only walked 2.5 miles in the pouring rain. I cried for almost the entire walk.
Today I feel defeated, today I am sad.