Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Panic is Simply Not Good for the Nerves

Tuesday, May 3, 2011
     The apartment has a small closet which houses the water heater. Yesterday morning, at around 7:00am, I was awakened by the sound of Abra groaning, moaning, god it was awful. 
     He had somehow gotten the door open, jumped onto the top of the water heater, then fallen into the space behind it, head down and was wedged in, with no space to maneuver himself out. 
     I tried to reach over the brass hoses to pull him out, but could not. I ran next door to my neighbor, Anita, asking her did she have anything I could use to pull him out, but she didn't, but she joined me. I called 911, but the operator said the police could not help; I think she connected me to an animal rescue facility, who could not help, but directed me to someone who said he would come for sixty dollars - that's what it costs to rescue a pet. I said, just come, and then I really cannot be clear, but I somehow pulled myself over the top and through the hoses and grabbed onto his fur, and then he was free. 
      Survival. It is just terrifying to be up against a barrier, knowing that my poor boy won't get free without me. My nerves are shot. His, too.

1 comments:

  1. He sure gets into a lot of mischeif! Glad it worked out okay. B

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