Post by ghost on May 9, 2005 23:06:10 GMT -5
dated : 03/05/05
I remember clearly when I was young and cute; someone cuddled me in their arms and spoke to me softly. I remember always being warm and safe. I remember always having enough to eat and that the food was good. I remember that once I lived in a house with humans. When I got a little bigger, the humans didn't cuddle me so much any more. They sometimes yelled at me if I made a mess. They put me in a cage; left me at the corridor, sometimes with food and water, and most of the times, no food or water. I felt lonely, I felt cold, and I felt hot.
One day I heard the humans talking, "She'll be better off free, with her own kind. Nah… no worries, they supposed to live in wild, she can fend for herself. Besides, it's not like there's no food or shelter there." They put me in a cardboard box and took me for a ride in the car. The humans took me out of the box and put me on the ground. It was pretty scary. I didn't recognize anything. It was all strange. Then the humans turned their backs, walked away, got into the car and drove off. I knew they would be back soon, so I sat and waited. I waited a very long time. The sun started to go behind the mountains and it got colder. Pretty soon it was dark. The humans didn't come back. And there I stand, I knew I was gonna be the one left behind, forever.
Days by days, some other unknown creatures came out and sniffed at me and chased me off. One of them growled at me, another bit me and another slashed my body. That really hurt and I cried and ran away. I tried to find a place to hide, but everywhere I looked and scooted into, some other bigger creatures were already there and chased me out. It was really dark now and really cold and I was hungry and thirsty.
………………… My fur isn't sleek and glossy any more; it's dirty and raggedy. I don't know how long I've been here. My feet are all swollen and bleeding, my wound full of pus. My wound became a “shelter” for ants, flies, they laid eggs in my wound and it’ pain. I cried again and again.
I never have enough to eat because I'm not very brave and can't fight for food, so I just have to eat what's left and that's usually pretty sorry stuff. I'm never warm and dry; the only place I have to curl up and hide in is muddy and dank. Sometimes I remember the better days, but more and more those days seem like a long ago dream. I still cry sometimes and I know
my life is ending, yeah, is ending. I starved myself, I couldn’t get up to find food anymore because my feet no longer able to hop, I closed my eyes and wait for the day to come by, is getting closer and closer, I know my life is ending, the suffer is ending, everything is ending …………
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Litte Miracle was being picked up on last Saturday evening at Bkt Batok Park, along Hill View Ave. The pics said a thousand words. Her body was full of ants, and wounds filled with pus and maggots. After sending her for emergency treatment. the x-ray showed that apart from virtual bite wounds, she suffered arthritis, serious sorehocks, malnourished etc... Basically, she left skin and skeleton but with a pair of bright eyes, to tell us how she wish to be alive IF she is getting TLC again, she promised to be a good girl if we human give her a chance to stay.
When she reached my home, she gobbled whole plate of veggies, she drank a bowl-full of water, wihtout hesitation and flipped over and sleep soundly.
Her wound needs to be cleaned every few hours, to flush out the moggots, she needs to be on antibiotics and painkillers everyday to ease the pain. She needs to go thru' surgery to cut off the bad tissue and get rid of maggots. But she will not survive if we do her now because she will probably die immediately once on anaesthetics. The only things we can do now is to beef her up, and at the same times to flush out as many maggots/eggs as we can. Even after the surgery, she needs a long time to recuperate.
I remember clearly when I was young and cute; someone cuddled me in their arms and spoke to me softly. I remember always being warm and safe. I remember always having enough to eat and that the food was good. I remember that once I lived in a house with humans. When I got a little bigger, the humans didn't cuddle me so much any more. They sometimes yelled at me if I made a mess. They put me in a cage; left me at the corridor, sometimes with food and water, and most of the times, no food or water. I felt lonely, I felt cold, and I felt hot.
One day I heard the humans talking, "She'll be better off free, with her own kind. Nah… no worries, they supposed to live in wild, she can fend for herself. Besides, it's not like there's no food or shelter there." They put me in a cardboard box and took me for a ride in the car. The humans took me out of the box and put me on the ground. It was pretty scary. I didn't recognize anything. It was all strange. Then the humans turned their backs, walked away, got into the car and drove off. I knew they would be back soon, so I sat and waited. I waited a very long time. The sun started to go behind the mountains and it got colder. Pretty soon it was dark. The humans didn't come back. And there I stand, I knew I was gonna be the one left behind, forever.
Days by days, some other unknown creatures came out and sniffed at me and chased me off. One of them growled at me, another bit me and another slashed my body. That really hurt and I cried and ran away. I tried to find a place to hide, but everywhere I looked and scooted into, some other bigger creatures were already there and chased me out. It was really dark now and really cold and I was hungry and thirsty.
………………… My fur isn't sleek and glossy any more; it's dirty and raggedy. I don't know how long I've been here. My feet are all swollen and bleeding, my wound full of pus. My wound became a “shelter” for ants, flies, they laid eggs in my wound and it’ pain. I cried again and again.
I never have enough to eat because I'm not very brave and can't fight for food, so I just have to eat what's left and that's usually pretty sorry stuff. I'm never warm and dry; the only place I have to curl up and hide in is muddy and dank. Sometimes I remember the better days, but more and more those days seem like a long ago dream. I still cry sometimes and I know
my life is ending, yeah, is ending. I starved myself, I couldn’t get up to find food anymore because my feet no longer able to hop, I closed my eyes and wait for the day to come by, is getting closer and closer, I know my life is ending, the suffer is ending, everything is ending …………
Litte Miracle was being picked up on last Saturday evening at Bkt Batok Park, along Hill View Ave. The pics said a thousand words. Her body was full of ants, and wounds filled with pus and maggots. After sending her for emergency treatment. the x-ray showed that apart from virtual bite wounds, she suffered arthritis, serious sorehocks, malnourished etc... Basically, she left skin and skeleton but with a pair of bright eyes, to tell us how she wish to be alive IF she is getting TLC again, she promised to be a good girl if we human give her a chance to stay.
When she reached my home, she gobbled whole plate of veggies, she drank a bowl-full of water, wihtout hesitation and flipped over and sleep soundly.
Her wound needs to be cleaned every few hours, to flush out the moggots, she needs to be on antibiotics and painkillers everyday to ease the pain. She needs to go thru' surgery to cut off the bad tissue and get rid of maggots. But she will not survive if we do her now because she will probably die immediately once on anaesthetics. The only things we can do now is to beef her up, and at the same times to flush out as many maggots/eggs as we can. Even after the surgery, she needs a long time to recuperate.
