Cats who teach me to fly…

I love them so much that it took me so long to write…

It was either I left him to die at home or I sent him to the clinic. The risk of sending him to the clinic was he might die halfway. I was gambling with his life at that point of time. If he could reach the clinic, he may survive the night and we shall see what we can do for him but if I did not take this risk, he was sure to die.

No, we didn’t make it. He died halfway. I carried him in my arms while I was driving and rushing him to the clinic after midnight. Vanilla’s red blood count was extremely low. I knew he lacked oxygen and no matter how hard I blew oxygen into his mouth, it was not going to help but I needed to try.

Vanilla was a very sweet boy. His nick name was “drink milk milk”. He loved to be cuddled and carried. And I often cuddled him and gave him all the love that he wanted.

Vanilla had been with us for more than 6 years. I remember when we put the family up for adoption, all of them pretended to sleep in the adoption drives all the time. And we didn’t get a chance to find them a home. Who wants to adopt pets who aren’t active!

The problem with rescuers is we always think that we are never doing enough for them. I really wish I could love him longer…

Benjo was diagnosed with diabetes and we had to bring him home. Insulin was given to him twice a day to keep him going for another 4 years. Benjo had been with us for 8 years. We didn’t know his age. He had dementia a few months before he passed on and he was the sweetest boy who never needed me to worry about him. With all his teeth gone and suffering from dementia, we estimated him to be more than 15 years old.

We love him too. We never find him a burden or being troublesome. In fact, he was the easiest boy to take care and I miss feeding him with different kinds of food. Sometimes, I wish I could still feed him. He loves to eat and we never had to worry about his appetite. Through him, I see life is completely meaningless.

We found 慈爱 very ill and we decided to bring her home and see her through. We gave her the food she loves and made her as comfortable as possible. We have been feeding 慈爱 for quite a while as well. Her main feeder refused to bring her home. I can’t bear the sight of her being ill and painful in the street so I decided to walk the last journey with her.

We chanted for them. Hoping to plant a positive seed in their mind.

The virus that had been going around has stopped. After this lesson, I learn to pay attention to each and every one of them and to love and cherish them even more. It was and still bitter but what’s life after all…