He came to the neighborhood three days ago. I found him lying on a cushion located in my stray kids’ area when I was about to feed them Sunday at 6:30 am, in all likelihood.
I took him to the vet at 10 am for a general check-up. Conjunctivitis was the only issue that needed some care, along with the external and internal parasites. I started the process straight away. When I visited for the third time in the evening, he was nowhere. I felt heartbroken at the idea of some cruel individual in my neighborhood throwing him. It wouldn’t be a first.
The next day, I felt overjoyed to see him again and started looking for a forever home for him. This morning, I took some pictures as requested by a friend to make our search easier. I was excited and took this video to capture his cuteness and impressive courage! That’s why I called him “Brave”. Mind you, the other kid named “Tomi” is the group’s Alpha. Click below:
I came back at 2 pm and saw the baby’s motionless body… My heart almost stopped beating. I ran in his direction and collapsed in extremely frustrated tears. I asked around whether someone saw the criminal without much success. I wish I could know the monster’s identity. I would have invested anything to see them in jail.
On a side note, I was telling the story of baby Dora’s murder to my friend’s mom about 10 days ago. One of my comments about the stray community situation was:
“You may guess how many monsters live among us by how many stray doggies and kitties are killed every day!”
“That’s not always true… I almost killed a kitten once! I was distracted and was relieved when realizing I missed him/her. But I could have killed the kitten, and it wouldn’t make me a monster.”
I had an aha moment, and I am thankful to my friend for the instant shift! My new comment would look more like this:
“You may guess how many monsters live among us by how many stray doggies and kitties are killed and left lying on the street every single day!” That is, if you don’t feel such a pang of unbearable guilt, stop your car, and hurry to apologize to the pure soul you just murdered before burying them, then you are undoubtedly a monster!
I spent at least an hour hugging baby Brave while tearing uncontrollably and repeating, incessantly, how sorry I was for letting him down! Two guys were around and tried to comfort me as much as possible. They admitted they didn’t want to move him until I can show up since they know how much I care, judging by my daily behavior. I expressed my deep gratitude for their sweet attention and confirmed how much being able to hold his tiny body for the last time would be paramount in my grief process.
Interestingly, when I was in the middle of my mourning moment, two of my kids started a fight. With Brave in my arms, I stopped them gently. After hesitating for a while, the guys confessed that they felt confused about how possibly I could switch instantly and take care of the situation.
I smiled peacefully before adding:
That’s the priceless power of self-awareness. I can express the full continuum of my emotions while being fully conscious. It makes being functional amid the most challenging situations possible!
When I was ready, the guys accompanied me to grant a decent death to baby Brave. I kissed him warmly before letting him go to the place where he was called for better missions — or that’s at least what I want to believe!
As usual, I want to thank all of you, dear readers, who decided to stop by and give this piece some of your precious time!