I Thought Cats have Nine Lives?

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(Written on Wednesday night)

I just came back from checking on one of our Persian kittens who have been sick for 2 days now. And I get this numbing feeling that she, Heidi (or Yat-yat, as my dad lovingly calls her), won't survive the night. :(

She'll be the third Persian kitten who passed away after being born to their mother Bechay, who we welcomed to our family a couple of months ago. We were completely incognizant of the fact that she was pregnant, but we were very happy to see her give birth to what we thought were very healthy kittens.

One of Heidi's siblings passed away a week after being born, possibly because their mother won't let them breastfeed as often as they should.

Another kitten passed away after a few weeks due to extreme dehydration. We did our best to get him back to his feet, but he won't take any food or water anymore.

Last time I checked today, Heidi is extremely weak. She breathes heavily and you can see that her eyes are no longer aware of what's happening around her. She only closes her eyes when I touch her nose 'cause she can feel my fingers through her whiskers. And even after we tried to force-feed her to hopefully energize her again to fight for her life, sadly, I don't think she'll be able to hold on any longer. :(

I prayed real hard for her yesterday and today. I pray that she'll survive. But, though I want to continue hoping she'll be alive and kicking when the sun rises, I feel like it'll be too much to ask from her weak body. :(

I already cried earlier when I was trying to feed her milk. I silently whispered in her ear to hold on. She has a wound under her neck that she probably got after playing with her brother or with our dog Marcel. My dad already applied a cure on the wound and we think it's healing, but Heidi's not eating is what's weakening her.

My brother Ken said he heard a loud thug a few days before. When he went out, he saw one of our small speakers was on the ground. Heidi called out to him, and he didn't really think the speaker hit her, but remembering now, he thinks she was crying out to him because of the pain. We're not sure if that or the wound on her neck resulted to this.

When I was checking up on her earlier, I, slightly angered, asked, "I thought cats had 9 lives?". I don't want to lose her. Though her brother Lucas was the closest to me, I love her too. And I already miss seeing her being her playful self. :(

There are people out there who refuse to own a pet because they're scared of feeling this sadness of losing them when they've already gotten so important or close to you. I can't blame them, really. It hurts deeply.

Some may say that I'm over-reacting, but I don't care. Our pets brighten up my day in their own naughty and playful ways. And no matter how hurt I am now, I am waiting and excited for Bechay's new kittens and Choco's new puppies. I just wish Heidi will still be there to show them how to have a good time around our house.

*sigh*

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Update: She already passed away early this morning, Thursday. :(