"She" Had Died

To all of us, tonight (19/9) might be an ordinary night. Some of us go to tuition classes as usual, some are having dinner at home with family members while some might relaxing themselves for a short time after the hectic exams. BUT, I was not.

I went to tuition class as usual too. It was the same Friday night as usual. At 8.45pm after arriving home from tuition class, I heard an uncle told my parents that my cat had died. It was been bitten by a group of bitchy, inhumane, dirty, bastard, hopeless wild dogs. Not just one but a gang!!! My cat was just 5 MONTHS OLD and she had been bullied by those old and still-not-yet die dogs. Immediately, we sprinted to find our cat everywhere at my neighbourhood. I did not search for her. I was at home, taking care of her mother.

The door bell rang, bad news came. Our cat really died. I can feel it from the expressions of my mom and sis. I quickly bring her mother to downstairs.

OH! I cried instantly when I saw her face covered with blood and her stomach that has been punctured, with intestines coming out. Her eyes wide opened. For God's sake, I did not dare to see anymore. Her legs were bitten too. According to my parents, a dog chased her downstairs. Unfortunately, she ran to the alley at the back of my apartment instead of running towards home. At the alley, more dogs were there. So, the bloody, bird brain dogs chased after her and bite her. They even flung her and tossed her. I really want to kill all the dogs!

If the cat were you, what will you feel?
Being so hopeless and helpless, your mother can't help you too. The dogs were too ferocious. Just imagine that you are just 8 or 9 years old and a group of cold-blooded people smacked you, bit you and finally KILLED you!
I can feel that time, she is really helpless, no way to run, no way to fight, no way to defend, the chance is so thin. Just wait to DIE!
But why miracle did not happen?

Her mother is a wild cat too. On January, she came to our apartment. At first, we provide her food. But, she gave birth to a litter of cats during the Chinese New Year. So, we provide her with shelter that is at outside of our house. The cats all were given away to relatives so that they have better chance of surviving. Of course, we gave them about one month's time to let them become more healthy and independent before giving out them to other people.

Cats breed really fast. On April, she gave birth to 6 kittens. One of them is "her". She had the longest tail among her siblings. She was the eldest among her siblings. But, she was the weakest.
Her eyes could not open. She always "miao" her mother. She is considered as the most dependent cat. She really needs her mother. That is why we did not give her to other people.
We simply call her "Girl".

She had a strong bond with her mother. They sleep together in a small basket. During rainy days, her mother let her sleep on the cosy basket while her mother sleeps on the cold floor. She always play with her mother and her mother will sometimes bite her.

On day, her mother bite her until her neck was swollen. We took her to the veterinary clinic to had an operation. "This cat is very tahan mati" said the doctor. Even anasthetics given by doctor was not effective on her. She kept struggling and wanted to escape. At last, the operation was successful and she came back to her mother's side.

Since then, we kept an eye on her. She grew healthily and was not as weak as it was when she was small. She was a very playful cat. She catched cockroaches and lizards. She was also very obedient.

The most important thing about her is she had a BLUE EYES and WHITE FUR with LONG TAIL. I considered it as a very elegant cat.

My mom always cook fishes for them, daily. Happy days went by for 5 months for this cat without any threat or danger. But not until today.

Recently, we noticed that she had started to run down from our home. Last or two weeks before, she encountered with a dog downstair. Luckily my father saw her and quickly saved her from danger. But why good things doesn't knock twice but bad things did? So about one and a half hour ago, she had just left us behind.

We buried her at the soil downstair. Just beside another grave of cat that was died last year. That was the first cat my family had. In other words, we have lost TWO cats in one year plus.

I hope that she did go up there, heaven. If she reincarnates, I hope that she will lead a more happier life.

She had suffered enough... enough...