Cats who teach me to fly…

Bob was found injured and limping. His recovery was taking too long, and I thought his leg might be fractured. We brought him to Dr. Wendy for an examination and discovered a small hole in his leg. The limping was caused by an infection. Bob is fully healed now, and we are looking for a home for him instead of releasing him back to the ground.

Bob was abandoned by a family when they moved away. Someone else took him in, but he was abandoned again when they moved too. We had been feeding Bob for quite a while.

Bob is a chill and handsome five-year-old ginger boy. He is good with humans and gets along well with other cats, at the very least, he doesn’t initiate any fights. His adoption poster is already up on the Cat Welfare Society platform, and we will also be participating in the Cat Festival adoption drive next month. I’ve been looking forward to this adoption drive because of the great discounts on cat food and the many goodies they give away! This year, it will be held at the Suntec Convention Halls.

Just like every rescuer, we hope to find Bob a good home where he will never be abandoned again.

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Everything has slowed down. I didn’t read the suttas as frequent as I was. However, there isn’t a single moment that I do not remember the Buddha’s teachings. Meditation is good in a sense that there are more of letting go now.

I felt that I am reliving my life in the simplest way. There are no plans or schedules. I do what I want to do and live at the present most of the time. There is less blaming and praising. In other words, less of this or that due to greater understanding and more acceptance to cause and condition.

By not reading the suttas every day hasn’t changed me in any way. When things go wrong, there is never a personal attack on anyone, nor do I cause harm to others to get what I want. Everything remains the same. Well-restrained and effortless most of the time!

It is more towards letting go and preparing for aging and death and to live with contentment.

LP Viradhammo’s online retreats start this Saturday, Surprising, Kong Meng San Monastery has also organised a two-day retreat with him next month and I already signed up immediately on the day the event was announced.

I don’t have many wishes for myself but I do wish I could fulfil the 3000 hours of meditation inspired by Ajahn Achalo.

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As life dims, there is something to look forward to.

I have attended Luangpor Viradhammo’s talks a few times and also attended one of his retreats. His talks left a deep impression on me. Online retreats like his suit me best now, as I no longer wish to attend any talks in person.

Looking forward…

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Late yesterday morning, I was preparing to send my car for servicing. When I looked down from the level where I live, I saw policemen and a tent. From what I know, the tent is usually used to cover a corpse. At that moment, I couldn’t believe this was happening so close to me. I texted Mel and Xiumin to check, and they were sharp. Both said it was a suicide.

I took the lift down, and when the door opened, the police were examining the body. I saw that it was a middle-aged woman with long, curly hair. I was scared for a brief moment. Then a thought came to me, the body was just like that of dead birds, rats, cats, and dogs. Most importantly, we are the same. One day, I too will be that body. With that thought, the fear in me subsided.

I’ve lost hope with the monastic sangha and I no longer want to be involved. However, remembering Dhamma benefits me and with this, I am contented!

Late in the evening, I learned from the news that the woman who had fallen was 66 years old and the police believed there was no foul play. The investigation is still ongoing.

After feeding the cats past midnight, I happened to take the same lift as some residents here. As they were talking about today’s incident, I asked if they knew which level the woman lived, and they told me level 11. I was curious.

I told Mel that no matter how hard life gets, we should never give up. Where there is darkness, there is also light. Focus on the bright side. This also reminded me of Jane Goodall, who has always been a role model for me to live life to the fullest!

May the merits accumulated be dedicated to the deceased’s favourite rebirth!

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Day after day, no matter how I begged her feeders to bring her home, no one wanted to.

According to the residents, Huabao was at least 15 years old. She kept getting thinner and thinner, and this told me that her days were numbered. I tried so hard to persuade the feeders to let her retire at home.

Every day after feeding the cats past midnight, I often saw Huabao sleeping at the roundabout where drivers would stop to pick up or drop off passengers. Huabao was not easily spotted because the lights were dim, and she was a tortoiseshell. I had to go to her and shoo her away to a safer place to sleep. Despite informing the feeders, no one wanted to take her in.

Based on Huabao’s condition, it was too dangerous for her to live on the streets. Quietly, I took her home without telling anyone. Nobody cared about her anyway.

The reason I took her home was to give her a roof over her head. She no longer had to wait for her meals or sleep on the cold, hard floor. She had clean filtered water to drink every day, free flow of kibbles, and three servings of wet food a day. Probiotics were often added to her gravy dish. I hoped she could pass on comfortably.

She was skinny when I took her home, and I was prepared for the fact that she could go at any time. She ate and slept well, and she would get angry when other cats came near her, which often made me laugh. Since the cats knew her habits, they avoided going near her. Sometimes, Huabao would relax in the center of the room. I placed a soft carpet for her to sleep on and set up a water fountain and food nearby so she didn’t have to walk far. She was old, and her legs were weak.

On the 1st of October, I saw her lying on the floor gasping for air. I took her to VES and she was diagnosed with heart disease. Her heart was three times larger than a normal heart.

Her lungs were filled with fluid, and the vet could hardly feel any pulse in her hind legs. Her blood pressure was low. Even when she was stabilized, her breathing was deep and labored. She rested in an oxygen chamber. Her prognosis was poor.

We were forced to make a decision, either to put her to sleep or bring her home. I knew that if I brought her home, she would be gasping for air again. I discussed it with Mel, and she took a half-day leave to visit her. We hated having to make such a decision, but if we didn’t, Huabao would have continued to suffer. If the residents were right about her age, she should have been 16 years old by now. I really didn’t want to see her struggling for breath.

We sent her for cremation the next day.

Someone made offerings to their ancestors, one day and Huabao took advantage of it. I liked watching the way she ate.

At first, I didn’t want anyone to know, but today I learned about another sick and old cat, also cared for by the same feeders, who refused to give him a home. They preferred the cat to keep roaming. This reassured me that I had done the right thing by bringing Huabao home. No one cared for her anyway.

This group of feeders has no experience in caring for cats. They didn’t know that a cat with kidney disease requires subcutaneous fluids. They didn’t know that chronic kidney disease can cause vomiting and even a low red blood count. Worse still, they didn’t even know that an aged cat may have lost its reflexes, have poor eyesight, and weak bones. They can’t defend themselves!”

If they don’t see me as a good rescuer, I hope they can find someone who is experienced and patient, someone who will not give up easily. I hope the cat will not have to hide in the drain and die.

I am glad that Huabao didn’t have to go through that. I am proud to have been her caregiver!

Thank you, Melanie, for supporting Huabao in every way!

May the merits accumulated be dedicated to Huabao’s favourable rebirth.

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