We used to have a cat. He was a half-Siamese cat. He came to us a cute, playful kitten up to no good antics and grew to be a handsome, rakish tomcat with a devil-may-care attitude. He liked being stroked though and many a time, would come voluntarily to rub against your legs to ask to be stroked. 🙂 He was with us at home all through our waking hours doing what cats do but don’t ask us about his night time exploits. :p We used to live in a pre-war, rent-controlled single-story terrace. Our backyard goes out to the kampung. That was his backyard. :p All I know is he comes back with a swagger in the morning. I was told he went to catch mice. 😀
He came to us in my childhood and was with us into my pre-teen years. We moved when I was 13. We carried him in a rattan basket to our new place but he bolted when my dad opened the basket just short of the door of our new place. I sprinted after him but he was too fast even for me. We couldn’t find him. We think he went home. We never had a cat or pet again.
My friend has five cats. She is a loving and responsible cat owner. One of the five was a mangled stray. Nothing much to look at really. He bore the stripes of stray fights. She took him in and brought him to the vet. They found he had FIV. She nursed him to health. Even the vet said she deserves a medal for that.
Now one of her other cats, my personal favourite (I am partial to handsome tomcats :p) is sick. He has kidney failure. Only 25% of his kidney is functioning. Again, she is nursing him. She brings him to the vet daily for jabs and has to feed him tablets without crushing them first. It has to get into his abdomen whole. We’re waiting to award her the medal. 🙂
Another friend very recently lost his dog. He posted notices in his estate and some very nice people called to say that his poor dog had been knocked down and had died! 😮 His whole family (three generations) are mourning the loss. More difficult as they had no closure.
What is it about pets that elicit such responses from us? Perhaps it’s because their acceptance of us is unconditional. I think we are at our most vulnerable with them. They don’t judge us and they probably know more about us and what we are feeling than most humans. 🙂 We probably tell them what we actually feel too. No holds barred. Or even if we didn’t and were just thinking it, while playing with or stroking them, they just sense it. Their non-verbal contact sometimes says more than any human could, in words.
So I send my heartfelt sympathies to my friends and anyone whose pets are sick or who’ve lost a pet, recently or in the past. It’s a good run!