It's 7 days today since my baby Lit had her wings and crossed the Rainbow Bridge that I have enough courage to calmly write about her without crying.
1 year 8 months ago, while we were wandering around our house, she fell into our sight in a very bad condition. A woman nearby told us she was tortured by the kids after being dumping to street. I wanted to rescue her right at that very first sight, maybe because I'd never seen any miserable creature like her. Bringing her home, we realized she might have some kind of trivial brain injury that made her look and act very abnormally, besides, her legs seemed to be super weak that she could barely stand up. I thought it would be a miracle if she could use the litter box.
A couple of days went by and her legs became much better, she could run, even in a very funny way. But she couldn't climb the cat tree like the others, all she could do was jumping up and jumping down, sometimes she fell hard. It turned out that she had high energy and was playful. However, due to her brain issue, most of the time we couldn't help laughing at how she played. She became my big reason to come home, to see her play. When I leave for my office, she was always walking me out, constantly "meowing" so that I didn't forget to pet her and kiss her, almost every day. Gradually, she turned into my biggest love in the house, even envied by my girlfriend, haha.
Having said that, we felt concerned about her health. One year ago, we woke up finding that she needed to drag her legs to move. We rushed to vet but they found nothing wrong and gave us some calcium medicine. After 2 days, it magically disappeared and she went back to (her) normal. That happened once again after 30 days but then it only took her 1 day to recover after we gave her CBD (recommended by our local rescue groups). Aside from these 2 times, she never had any specific health issues that needed medical attention. We couldn't afford MRI to see if there were really anything wrong with her brain or not, so we hope she could live on like this forever.
On Jun 10, I noticed that she urinated more frequently than usual for the last 2-3 days, I immediately brought her to the vet. They did all kinds of blood and urine tests, and ultrasound, but nothing serious, she got an intravenous infusion drip in 2 days. Things were still fine in these 2 days. All of sudden, in the 3rd day morning, she had a convulsion. We must get her to the nearest vet and she got over it. But after that, she must drag to move again, the 3rd time in her life. I had a bad feeling about it. But I still tried to convince myself that the vets found nothing serious about her, then this might be just another minor thing. On the 4th day, she got a little bit better, demanded to sleep in my knapsack. And everything went upside down on the 5th day - Jun 15, my birthday. She woke up, but just lay there, not moving at all, and heavily breathed. On the way bringing her to the vet, I just knew that I was about to lose her, and I also knew I wasn't ready for it, at all. She fought until 3:30pm that day and passed on, left us a huge grief and emptiness...
But when watching her old videos with us, I understand that she enjoyed her whole life with us, she was happy with us, and that eases our pain a lot. And we keep telling ourselves that she is now living in a better place, and waiting for us to come to get her someday...
1 year 8 months ago, while we were wandering around our house, she fell into our sight in a very bad condition. A woman nearby told us she was tortured by the kids after being dumping to street. I wanted to rescue her right at that very first sight, maybe because I'd never seen any miserable creature like her. Bringing her home, we realized she might have some kind of trivial brain injury that made her look and act very abnormally, besides, her legs seemed to be super weak that she could barely stand up. I thought it would be a miracle if she could use the litter box.
A couple of days went by and her legs became much better, she could run, even in a very funny way. But she couldn't climb the cat tree like the others, all she could do was jumping up and jumping down, sometimes she fell hard. It turned out that she had high energy and was playful. However, due to her brain issue, most of the time we couldn't help laughing at how she played. She became my big reason to come home, to see her play. When I leave for my office, she was always walking me out, constantly "meowing" so that I didn't forget to pet her and kiss her, almost every day. Gradually, she turned into my biggest love in the house, even envied by my girlfriend, haha.
Having said that, we felt concerned about her health. One year ago, we woke up finding that she needed to drag her legs to move. We rushed to vet but they found nothing wrong and gave us some calcium medicine. After 2 days, it magically disappeared and she went back to (her) normal. That happened once again after 30 days but then it only took her 1 day to recover after we gave her CBD (recommended by our local rescue groups). Aside from these 2 times, she never had any specific health issues that needed medical attention. We couldn't afford MRI to see if there were really anything wrong with her brain or not, so we hope she could live on like this forever.
On Jun 10, I noticed that she urinated more frequently than usual for the last 2-3 days, I immediately brought her to the vet. They did all kinds of blood and urine tests, and ultrasound, but nothing serious, she got an intravenous infusion drip in 2 days. Things were still fine in these 2 days. All of sudden, in the 3rd day morning, she had a convulsion. We must get her to the nearest vet and she got over it. But after that, she must drag to move again, the 3rd time in her life. I had a bad feeling about it. But I still tried to convince myself that the vets found nothing serious about her, then this might be just another minor thing. On the 4th day, she got a little bit better, demanded to sleep in my knapsack. And everything went upside down on the 5th day - Jun 15, my birthday. She woke up, but just lay there, not moving at all, and heavily breathed. On the way bringing her to the vet, I just knew that I was about to lose her, and I also knew I wasn't ready for it, at all. She fought until 3:30pm that day and passed on, left us a huge grief and emptiness...
But when watching her old videos with us, I understand that she enjoyed her whole life with us, she was happy with us, and that eases our pain a lot. And we keep telling ourselves that she is now living in a better place, and waiting for us to come to get her someday...
