Epic pet journeys: Gintrap not the end
My cat Gink returned from an epic journey a long time ago and is still going strong.
When she was five-years-old she went for a wander in the neighbouring rural hills. She was gone for two weeks. We had all but given up hope of ever seeing her again.
Then one sunny day she came limping home, just skin and bone and with one front leg dangling off, just held on by a scruff of fur.
We presume she was trapped in a gin trap and got so desperate she gnawed or pulled her foot off. She was so pleased to be home that she almost purred the house down. We didn't have the heart to get her put down so we got the vet to amputate properly.
She adapted quickly and learned to climb trees, catch mice and even the odd little rabbit.
Now, 12 years on, she lives a more relaxed lifestyle and can be found on an old armchair on the veranda reflecting on her epic travels of her youth.
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