So I got some sad news last week. Our cat, Teddy, had come home in really bad shape. Then when he was taken to the vet, we were given the even worse news that he may have to be put down. I can't put into words how I felt when I heard.
Teddy is three years old and has been friend and playmate to all of us since he came home as a cute and feisty kitten. It wasn't the happiest of moments for any of us really. Despite the sombreness of the situation, somehow asking my friends to help us in prayer for our dear beloved kitty made them laugh. Not. Cool. :(
What gives me a lot of hope is the fact that he is still alive today and he pulled through quite well. His face is deformed and his jaw was broken and so had to be put back in place, but he's going to be fine as long as his infection gets under control.
We went to see him today and, dirty as he was, he was still happy to see us. He even purred (something he saves for special occasions) to say how happy he was to see us.
It's touching to think that although he went missing for a few days before he came back, he actually came back!!!
None of our pets, when they go missing, have ever really pulled such a stunt and I'm proud of him. He fought for life and he came back home so he could get help and now he's doing just fine. There's still that pesky infection to get rid of. It keeps recurring and there is still a chance that it might kill him but dear teddy is still alive and kicking and that's something.
I dedicate this blog therefore, to my brave little kitty (below) and I hope that you will join me in wishing him a quick recovery so he can come back home.
Bunny Out! (:3
