Dear Coral,
I found you laying on the pavement. You were left there by a bus driver who knocked you down. You were so small and I saw you bleeding from your back. I carried you immediately when others were just looking. I ran towards my car 5 blocks away. You were hissing at me, you were scared. I told you everything will be fine. I drove to the nearest vet as fast as I could. You were staring at me throughout the journey. I told you, your home is with me, you will have a home and you will be fine.
I dashed into the clinic and handed you to the vet. I didn't even have a good look at you. All I know is that you were beautiful. You had white smooth coat and big blue eyes. I waited outside for the vet to update me on your condition. I was anxious and I didn't know what to do. Finally when the vet came out, she informed me that your belly was swollen and your legs, fractured. The vet didn't agree for surgery but said to put you on drip and keep you under observation. I paid a deposit and left. I went home and prayed and sought help on social media. I was thinking of a name for you. You had special blue eyes, I shall name you Coral. Dear Coral, do you know that you are a lucky kitten? There were people who were concerned about you. I couldn't sleep and trying to source for help.
The very next day, I constantly called the clinic, bugging them to give me updates on you. They said you were eating little by little but blood was present in your urine. I believed you were a little warrior and brought a friend to visit you. We teared upon seeing you. Our hearts ached. I touched your tiny paw, you grabbed my fingers. This time I tried to know you better. You had small brown spot on your back and you had a beautiful long grey tail. I tried to show you love and encouraged you to fight on. I left you there and prayed that you will be strong. Then the vet called again. They gave me an option to put you to sleep. I said no. You were still breathing, you had a chance and I wanted to save that chance for you. It was barely an hour that we got separated yet your condition deteriorated. When I returned to visit, you were on oxygen support. I insisted that you fight and you grabbed my fingers again. I whispered to you, " You have a name. Your name is Coral and your home is with me. Fight Coral, and I will bring you home." I had to leave you there again. The vet said she will take good care of you and update me. I went home to pray again. 4 hours later, I received a phone call from the clinic. The vet informed me that you had left. I cried. I didn't know what to do now. A good friend of mine stepped forward to help arrange a proper cremation for you. She was kind and had a heart of gold. Without hesitation, she also helped to pay off the remaining medical bills.
Dear Coral, you were born a stray kitten, about 6 weeks of age. I'm sorry that you couldn't see much of the world and yet met into a scary accident. I tried my best to save you but I failed. You were a strong and brave kitty. A least I managed to show you a little love before you left. Now you are in the arms of the angles. Be brave and be happy. We all pray for your new journey.
Special thanks to Katie and Ariel for helping with the vet and cremation bill. Thank you so much Katie for arranging a proper cremation. Thank you Erica for helping me till the wee hours searching for help. It was a rough discussion with the lady from the Cat welfare but it doesn't matter any more. What matters most was the effort made together, and thank you for those who made effort to share the post to reach out to others.
Many will comment that I'm just too emotional. This is the first time I am rescuing a stray. I have never done it before because I have never met with this kind of incident before. Every life is precious and every life counts.
Rest in Peace dear Coral.
With love,
Mummy Bumver
