It's been slightly more than a month since my last entry, and I have to admit that
It's been sparkly clean and quiet in here.
I'm back on one of my posting dry spells. The drafts that I tried writing, they seem to be getting to nowhere.
so how about we do things the easy peasy way, with just little basic updates.
The 5 newborn kittens that I took in on my brother's birthday last month, we're down to just Tiger.
The rest of his litter mates have since perished in a case of suspected Parvovirus.
It was not easy to bottle feed the newborns every few hours, and it was even more painful to watch the newborns fade off into nothingness, with barely a taste of living a life.
It broke my heart to watch them leave one after another.
These days, watching and meeting death seems to get me thinking a lot.
Survival of the fittest has found its true meaning.
With Silver being the first to leave, I was sad.
Yet, it was a terrible blow to me, to discover Heather dead when I woke up the next morning.
I thought the worst was over once they've passed the crucial 2-3 weeks.
I was wrong.
Tauriel and Precious passed away, and there was Hammie (a singleton who was abandoned from his litter) who also left being barely a couple of days old.
It was a terrible test of faith.
I felt like a cat killer - I wanted the kittens to be gone, so they didn't need to die in my hands.
I learnt that Life and death isn't at my beck and call.
It never was.
I always assumed that they were meant to live, which is why they found their way to me.
But I was wrong, and in it, I was broken.
However, The brother said to me when he helped me out with the tiny bodies..
"at least they had someone to love them in replacement of their dead mom"
"at least they knew what it was like to be living in a home, to be loved and cared for"
"at least, they had a chance to live, despite how short it was"
I remembered why I wanted to take in foster animals and the hurt that I was willing to subject myself through for the greater good.
It doesn't matter how many times my heart gets broken, so long as precious lives are saved.
I'll keep doing what I need to do, as long as it is meant for them to come into my way - I'll just keep doing what I need to do.
Everyday that I wake up to a wailing Tiger demanding to be let out for walks in the room, food and comfort from me, I am humbled and reminded of the little blessings in life.
How something as mundane as feeding is a blessing that I couldn't ask for more.
Life is short.
YOLO, so live it well people and never take anything or anyone for granted.
Ending off with a cute picture of the feline rascal.
When I leave him to free roam in the bedroom without supervision, I will usually find him nestled in this little grey dress that he has taken a fancy to.
Watching him explore the room, being creeped out by shadows, chomping my fingers with his newly grown set of teeth and clawing the daylights out of my hands, I am thankful that he has survived this far.
Having just introduced mushed up kibbles into his diet, I look forward to the day he would be chasing laser pointers, battling feathers, toys and finding his way into his new home and the arms of his new owners. :)
