It all began when my cat was attacked by some 5-6 stray dogs in the backyard.It was a horrific attack and yet somehow the cat miraculously survived but with lot of wounds.
We waited for 2 days with a hope of any improvement.None came.The cat barely ate or moved from his box.
So we had to call a vet finally.This guy from neighborhood was a good one we were told.
We have never seen a vet before.Or rather never felt a need of one.This time it was bit serious.
The vet arrived.Examined his wounds.He said that he should have been called the same day.
The cat was weak and wounded.Yet it required 4 of us to hold him down while the vat treated him.Yet he managed to defy us all with uncanny strenght for an animal wounded that much.(I was holding his front legs,which wasnt appreciated a lot by him.So while squirming it bit me twice.Which resulted in me taking 3 anti rabis injections myself :( )
His second dose was a quicky.Got over in a jiffy.This time the crew was much more alert about his strengh and quick maneuvers.Thankfully nobody apart from the cat had to take injection this time.
After the 3rd and final injection the cat was in full force and spirit and it struggled successfully to avoid the application of any oinment on his wounds by vet.
But all in all the vet was very happy with his progress and assured that the wound would be healed in no time.Also there were no more injections.(Me and dad let out a sigh of relief)
The cat was quite composed and looked hale and hearty.We were happy.
Before sleeping I made sure all the doors and windows are closed.I even got up in the midnight to check whether the cat was there..He was very much there happily snoring in the chair..
Somewhere late in the night I went to sleep.
Today morning around 10
Got up.Checked the cat in the hall,felt relieved and went on with the morning chores.
I had a 2 hr mock test in the morning.So at around 11 I started it.After it was over I came outside as usual to check for the cat.
The cat had gone.There was a window in my dads room that was opened.
Fuck!!
How in the world did I overlook that.
I went outside to see if the cat is in the neighborhood.(Which it usually is).No signs.
To add to my qualms I saw a flock of stray dogs,the ones which had attacked the cat in the first place just outside.
Mind just wasnt ready to accept that his lifeline is over.Maybe because it was too unfortunate and painful to be true.Specially after his near death experience,the way he survived and held up,the way we could successfully nurse him back to health....It just cant be.Fate cant be this cruel.But then he has never been out for this long.He wasnt home for almost a day.I tried to search him (or his torn up body if in case :( ) in the colony...All I could find was a different flock of mongrels.
Well,the mind slowly began to accept it.The hardest part.Which every pet lover fears of.The death of his beloved pet.
Although this cat wasnt exactly as close to me as the previous ones.Still we had our moments.
The sight of him cozed up all nicely in the softest part of the bed,waking up for nothing but food,completely indifferent to any distraction,any noice of any level(except that of food jars).
Sometimes these are the things where we find our solace in.The connection is unexplainable.It just feels good.To pet him.To irritate him.To feed him.I guess thats what the pets are for.They are precious.But sadly they are living things.They have a finite life.They play their part,become a part of you...and just leave some day.
Being a pet lover is a blessing and a curse too.
Today Evening around 7
I wake up.Desperately looked for any sign of him in the hall.No luck.So it was confirmed.I accepted it.felt really really bad.
While I was sitting dully remembering him,Mom came from the office.
Before I could tell her the terrible news (even she is fond of this cat as much as I and dad are) she asked me what was the cat doing on a tree outside.
An instant shot of adrenalin injected into me.I literally ran outside.Chuckled a bit around.
Something fell down from the nearby tree.It was living.It was moving.It was black and it was white.And it had a tail as well.:)
My beloved and stupid cat came running towards me.
A sad day culminated into a pleasant evening :)
Meao-nara. :)
PS:Herez that crook btw (Notice the black patch on his lower jaw.My sister says it makes him look like charlie chaplin)
