Poor kitty die in street ðŸ˜ðŸ˜¢
Our first meeting was a week ago. On the outskirts of a warehouse, behind the mall half magnificent where I panning money.
This warehouse is far from the crowd. Can be said, the loneliest angle in this place. There's nothing here, other than iron iron collisions & unused goods.
The body is skinny. Thinner than any other waif I've ever met in a lifetime. His black fur is dull and shabby. I don't know how many years he's been on the street.
Looks like he's running slow, occasionally looking left and right, then back to walk.
From afar, I saw something strange. The steps aren't perfect. Like holding pain & not powered.
Curious can't be weir.. I'm trying to get close to her slowly.
Realize someone's approaching, with a limp he runs as hard as he can. Disappeared behind a pile of iron and invisible again.
Next day, I'm going to find her again. With a piece of fish sharing with my lunch provisions & a bowl of water, I'm confident. Today he will want me to approach.
But he wasn't there. Almost a week I repeat, he never existed.
Arrived, one day ago, in the same place. I'll see her again. He's out of the back of the shabby shelf, walking drunk with the same look. I'm not going to waste this opportunity. I approach him slower.
This time he's not running. I don't know, it's probably because his legs can't be able to run anymore. Or he has given up surrender with whatever he's going to face.
His eyes are full of fear and alert, if only I was a predator who wanted to rip his intestines off, he was ready with whatever he was going to accept.
I put the side of the side that i brought to her. The eyes of the alert were turned lethargic when his nose smelled the fragrance of a fish that was in his presence.
She approached her slowly, then ate her. I swipe his back. Rude. This fur is rough and dirty. Not like a cat in my house, or in your house, it looks like there's never one human being ever poured warm water in her body. He never smelled his scented soap, or felt a soft swipe when he was bathing.
Accidentally my swipe touched one of his front legs. He's shifting. My guess is right. It hurt her. From outside looks one of his joints stood out.
The leg was broken in 2 parts, his upper arm wasn't in his place. What kind of creature can beat him up like this if it's not human? I thought
No torn wounds, no sign of a wild dog bite. I stopped my swipe and I let him eat.
Almost an hour here, I accompany him to spend his food. Until the ringing phone rings & requires me to leave it because the job calls are waiting.
Before leaving, I set up a piece of cloth next to her. In a rather protected and warm place, maybe after full he wants to sleep.
"wait here, come with me home" I said
Hours pass, work so much until I have to go home an hour slower. Tired body makes me forget everything. In my mind just go home and sleep.
Once at home, I lay down on a soft bed in my room. I forgot, that I've promised one poor creature to share this food & mattress with her.
The next morning, I remember my promise to the creature. Hurry up and find him in the same place, but he's not there. I'm looking around, too.
I ask your friend, no one knows.
"don't look, usually through, this ng there"
Until finally one person my friend said
"behind there is a black cat, dead under the shelf"
Hurry up and I'll run back. Approaching the place my friend showed me.
And right. He's there. Fell asleep. His suffering ends in a place no one knows he's there.
If only yesterday i brought her, maybe she could heal. Or if he dies, then he can die in a better way. On a soft mattress with a full stomach. Not like now, floored the land with a hungry stomach. For Whatever, God, I'm sorry.
*******
I hope this writing can be a lesson for all of us.
Make me, make you, make everyone who has a taste more the same cat, dog, or any animal we think have feelings & worth in love.
If we have a chance to help them, help immediately. Don't delay, no matter what. Don't let the regret teach us.
Even though his life is really not helped, at least they can die in a more worthy way & still feel the affection of us.
The more days the less people care. If not us, then nothing.
This warehouse is far from the crowd. Can be said, the loneliest angle in this place. There's nothing here, other than iron iron collisions & unused goods.
The body is skinny. Thinner than any other waif I've ever met in a lifetime. His black fur is dull and shabby. I don't know how many years he's been on the street.
Looks like he's running slow, occasionally looking left and right, then back to walk.
From afar, I saw something strange. The steps aren't perfect. Like holding pain & not powered.
Curious can't be weir.. I'm trying to get close to her slowly.
Realize someone's approaching, with a limp he runs as hard as he can. Disappeared behind a pile of iron and invisible again.
Next day, I'm going to find her again. With a piece of fish sharing with my lunch provisions & a bowl of water, I'm confident. Today he will want me to approach.
But he wasn't there. Almost a week I repeat, he never existed.
Arrived, one day ago, in the same place. I'll see her again. He's out of the back of the shabby shelf, walking drunk with the same look. I'm not going to waste this opportunity. I approach him slower.
This time he's not running. I don't know, it's probably because his legs can't be able to run anymore. Or he has given up surrender with whatever he's going to face.
His eyes are full of fear and alert, if only I was a predator who wanted to rip his intestines off, he was ready with whatever he was going to accept.
I put the side of the side that i brought to her. The eyes of the alert were turned lethargic when his nose smelled the fragrance of a fish that was in his presence.
She approached her slowly, then ate her. I swipe his back. Rude. This fur is rough and dirty. Not like a cat in my house, or in your house, it looks like there's never one human being ever poured warm water in her body. He never smelled his scented soap, or felt a soft swipe when he was bathing.
Accidentally my swipe touched one of his front legs. He's shifting. My guess is right. It hurt her. From outside looks one of his joints stood out.
The leg was broken in 2 parts, his upper arm wasn't in his place. What kind of creature can beat him up like this if it's not human? I thought
No torn wounds, no sign of a wild dog bite. I stopped my swipe and I let him eat.
Almost an hour here, I accompany him to spend his food. Until the ringing phone rings & requires me to leave it because the job calls are waiting.
Before leaving, I set up a piece of cloth next to her. In a rather protected and warm place, maybe after full he wants to sleep.
"wait here, come with me home" I said
Hours pass, work so much until I have to go home an hour slower. Tired body makes me forget everything. In my mind just go home and sleep.
Once at home, I lay down on a soft bed in my room. I forgot, that I've promised one poor creature to share this food & mattress with her.
The next morning, I remember my promise to the creature. Hurry up and find him in the same place, but he's not there. I'm looking around, too.
I ask your friend, no one knows.
"don't look, usually through, this ng there"
Until finally one person my friend said
"behind there is a black cat, dead under the shelf"
Hurry up and I'll run back. Approaching the place my friend showed me.
And right. He's there. Fell asleep. His suffering ends in a place no one knows he's there.
If only yesterday i brought her, maybe she could heal. Or if he dies, then he can die in a better way. On a soft mattress with a full stomach. Not like now, floored the land with a hungry stomach. For Whatever, God, I'm sorry.
*******
I hope this writing can be a lesson for all of us.
Make me, make you, make everyone who has a taste more the same cat, dog, or any animal we think have feelings & worth in love.
If we have a chance to help them, help immediately. Don't delay, no matter what. Don't let the regret teach us.
Even though his life is really not helped, at least they can die in a more worthy way & still feel the affection of us.
The more days the less people care. If not us, then nothing.
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