Many years ago I had a much loved cat, she crawled home one day unable to use her back legs. We took her to the vets,he reckoned someone had kicked her in the stomach. Her Diaphram had been shunted up into her chest cavity,
we were faced with horrendous vet bills, we had very little money but it was a no brainer, she was my baby. The operation went well(I cried all day during it)
she recovered and lived fr many years after. I believed the man who lived in the house backing on to our garden had done it, I had witnessed him chasing Shelley (she was a (Tortie) out of his garden. He was a nutter anyway who used to object to us having a conversation in our own lounge with the window open. He used to stand at the end of his garden waving his arms and jumping up and down and shouting.
I couldn't believe the heartbreak that involves hurt to an animal.
I lost Shelley by her just disappearing, I believed (or hoped) that she had just gone away to die on her own. It took me years to really get over her going.Sorry for rambling on a bit.