Four Feet In Heaven
18/07/16
I was welcomed by a baby kitten about three weeks old in my backyard; light brown fur with huge, blue eyes. She was lost and alone. I had no clue to how she happened to be there. I waited for her mom to show up but she didn’t therefore I decided she needed to be taken in. Taking care of her was a time-consuming process which required devotion, patience and attention. She was given special round-the-clock care. I grew to love her as days passed. It’s impossible not to. She’s very clingy (could be because she’s been separated from her mother early); so I was imprinted as her true mother. Every time I looked at her, I could tell that she’s lonely and there’s sorrow in her eyes. But still, I abandoned her sometimes because I got stuff to do (well, not really).
And I regret it now…
So two days ago, I found her missing. I asked my dad regarding her whereabouts and he said a boy had taken her so she could be returned to her mom. Later that evening dad saw her in the middle of the road on her own. Her back legs were broken. I was informed that my neighbors’ children had abused her. I felt my muscles tensed and my jaw clenched. I lost count of the times I was swearing the hell out inside me at that moment. This had my blood boiled and my temper flared. Who the fuck dare treating her like that?! Very inhumane! She had tears at the tip of her eyes. SHE WAS CRYING! My heart ached so much seeing her suffer. She became orphan after about few weeks out in this world and now she could only rely on her front legs to move around.
And today…
I saw her lying on the floor with her eyes half open, frail and weak. I tried to feed her but she refused. Then I placed her in a box. My heart strongly believed that she’s close to the end. I left her for a while and by the time I came back, she’s…gone. Her body position didn’t change and she wasn’t breathing. Part of me feels relieved now that she’s been saved from pain and sufferings, however, part of me still doesn’t want to let her go. I thought I could see her growing up but God loves her more. I promised myself not to let any tears out, I couldn’t help myself. If tears can make a stairway I could walk the path to heaven and bring her back again. I still want to play with her, feed her and hold her in my arms. I love her so dearly… if love alone could save her she would never have died. I’ll miss you my dear child, for I could never measure the happiness you brought me, the warmth and the pleasure.
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