Life sure throws a lot of curveballs--the kind of stuff that keeps us on our toes.
The sweet kitty I told you about last week died, and I had to sit back and wonder why. It was thriving and fat and happy, and it's hard for me to accept that some things just happen. I admire the woman who cared for kitty, and remind myself that in ten days of life, kitty had more love and affection than some people do for an entire lifetime. Now kitty has heavenly love, the kind that we all should look forward to, where there is no hurt, no pain, no sadness. Where there is abundant joy, camaraderie, and never-ending peace.
It's unfortunate we can't experience that here on earth.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Last week, I told about loss of life and the ensuing sadness that accompanies it.
Today, I have a different story...
On Monday, I went out our back door to get pit bull Zeb out of the muddy garden. We never use that door. I heard a strange noise, and when I looked in the window well, I saw two baby kittens. I ran to get my husband, and told him I was sure one was dead, but the other was making all kinds of noise. He got them out and confirmed my suspicions about one, and said the other was so cold, he didn't think it would survive.
We brought the baby inside--it's eyes weren't open yet and it was about 4 inches long. We warmed it up and I got on the phone, trying to figure out what to do. I finally called one of our veterinarians, and her staff was willing to nurture the kitten. I drove 50+ miles to deliver the little ball of fur. I had to give this poor thing the best chance at life possible.
When I arrived, they told me the kitty was only 3 days old had a 50/50 chance of surviving. They checked it out and put it in the incubator. I left with hope and prayed the kitten would live.
I take one of my dogs into the vet three times a week for laser therapy treatment (fascinating technology, by the way!) When I went on Wednesday, I was anxious about the kitty. We were greeted with smiles--it was still alive.
Kitty is thriving and doing well. It is very active and was saved from a life as a feral cat.
And how fitting for our Easter celebration, that we celebrate life!
Today, I have a different story...
On Monday, I went out our back door to get pit bull Zeb out of the muddy garden. We never use that door. I heard a strange noise, and when I looked in the window well, I saw two baby kittens. I ran to get my husband, and told him I was sure one was dead, but the other was making all kinds of noise. He got them out and confirmed my suspicions about one, and said the other was so cold, he didn't think it would survive.
We brought the baby inside--it's eyes weren't open yet and it was about 4 inches long. We warmed it up and I got on the phone, trying to figure out what to do. I finally called one of our veterinarians, and her staff was willing to nurture the kitten. I drove 50+ miles to deliver the little ball of fur. I had to give this poor thing the best chance at life possible.
When I arrived, they told me the kitty was only 3 days old had a 50/50 chance of surviving. They checked it out and put it in the incubator. I left with hope and prayed the kitten would live.
I take one of my dogs into the vet three times a week for laser therapy treatment (fascinating technology, by the way!) When I went on Wednesday, I was anxious about the kitty. We were greeted with smiles--it was still alive.
Kitty is thriving and doing well. It is very active and was saved from a life as a feral cat.
And how fitting for our Easter celebration, that we celebrate life!
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