mardi, juin 06, 2006

Her name was Lola

I found her in the street a week ago. She was frail, ill, dirty, very skinny seeking her mother that left her struggling by herself. I couldn't help seeing her without doing anything, so I adopted her. Maybe she wasn't the prettiest. She was so young. She didn't even know how to eat, she was barely walking. She was sneezing all the time. I thought that she was healing from her illness through the days. Playing all the time. However, yesterday, at around 9:30 pm, she died. She used her last reserve of energy to reach her litter and to choose dying there in peace. Back to the origins, to the roots. To where we all were and will return someday. Maybe it was my fault, maybe she would have been able to survive her illness without my intervention, in the streets, where she belongs, or maybe I prolonged her ephemeral life of less than a month. One thing is sure, I will always remember you Lola, my beloved kitten.

2 commentaires:

sarcastictothebone a dit…

hey i got my blog back thanks for everything

Anonyme a dit…

God bless cat lovers - both in Israel and Lebanon.

I have 4 cats, all from the street, one lost a leg, one lost an eye - its a sad sad world out there for the cats, truly Gods angels.