WARNING: THIS IS GOING TO BE A LOOOONG READ.. Around a year ago I was going down Shk Mohd Bin Zayed Rd from Ajman to Dubai for a vet visit around 9 am in the morning. I saw a dead cat lying at the extreme right edge of the road. As usual, whenever I see a hit & run, I cant help but shed a few tears and spend the rest of the day upset on what sad endings some animals have. I returned back home in the afternoon, depressed. I rested for a bit, then started getting ready to go for an interview (I was out of a job at the time). At around 3:30 I was back on Shk Mohd Bin Zayed Rd from Ajman going into Sharjah for the interview, and noticed that the dead body of the cat I had seen earlier in the morning, had moved, (horizontally) pointing towards the road which made me wonder maybe the cat is still alive after all?! I didnt know what to do, unfortunately I chose to go ahead to the interview (which I still regret to this day), but all the way, and all through the interview all I could think about was the cat. Was it dead or alive? Did someone move the body? In the mean time I tried calling whoever I could to go and check on the cat, but it was a big fail. I rushed out of the interview once it was over, and went all the way back to that spot, in crazy rush hour traffic. It was around after 5:30 that I finally made it. I stopped my car on the side of the road, took the carrier out the back of the car and started walking, because the traffic was taking forever to move. When I reached him, I was shocked to find he was indeed alive. First thing he did was meow at me, as if to say Youre finally here to save me! He had a huge gash on his back, to the point where I thought his back must be broken. I was worried though, if I got too close he’d probably freak out and try to run away into the traffic or something, so I panicked for a few moments, called my ever supportive mom, and whined & cried in panic as my usual self on the phone. She calmed me down, as she always does, and told me, just try placing the carrier on the ground, maybe hell go in himself. And so I did, I placed the carrier down near him, but not too close, and stepped back, while the world wondered what a girl in a Abaya, and flip flops is doing staring at the ground in panic. And like a miracle, he meowed (again) and walked right in. It was the most nerve wracking rescue, yet the smoothest. I cried as I walked back to my car because all I thought about was how long he’d been there. Since 9 in the morning when I saw him, till the time I got him around 6, or maybe even longer? What he must have went through, the pain, the fear, during the day, huge, noisy lorries, and trucks speeding right next to him. Must have been extremely traumatic for a small little 4 month old kitten. I finally got him to a Vet, and luckily enough there were no broken bones, however they said apparently his wound was old, at least a week old, and it had been badly infected. Again I couldn’t help but break down crying, wondering how someone could let him be in such a bad state for over a week, and not tried to help, or did they? Ill never know how he got on that busy highway, and Ill never know what happened to him, but one thing I know, Im mighty glad it was me who got to rescue him, and got to discover (almost immediately) what a gentle, loving, sweet personality he had under all that pain and suffering. He was only 4 months when I found him, but he has now grown into a beautiful, handsome little boy. I named him Clumsy, because of how he adorably falls or trips every now and then when playing, which makes him extra special. Sometimes, when playing with a string, he gets so excited that even though the string is not swinging anymore he keeps swishing his head back and forth and waving his cute little paws in the air trying to catch it. When you stroke him, he just stares right into your eyes with the most breath taking, loving green innocent eyes, and eventually falls asleep on your lap, purring away. Although he’s not a huge fan of cuddling, he lets me squeeze him every now and then to not hurt my feelings. Ive had a tough time rehoming him with his little rescue buddy, but I know his family is not one that comes easily. Nothing worth it in life comes easy.. So we both have to be patient, because he doesnt deserve the life hes living, confined to one room. But we are also both being very hopeful and looking forward to a bright future for him. I never took a picture of him in the state that I found him, and now I realized, because that’s not how I wanted to remember him. This is how he should be seen, and remembered..
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 04:55:09 +0000