My beloved Lin (Gremlin) was born in my house 2 days after my 8th birthday back in 1989. She came into my life as a birthday present from God. when she was young, she used to be an indoor kitty, sleeping on my bed, we watched tv together, etc. but my mom, my sister, and my 3 brothers are asthmatic and VERY allergic to cat's fur and so my family decided that she has to be kept outside. strictly.
i grew up with her. but lately before her death i had to go back to college in Kuala Lumpur. she was sick. and no one dared to come near her except my father. and i was not there for her when she needed me the most. she had stopped eating for a week. and no one really noticed that she was really sick. until it was too late, my father noticed that she's been missing. they searched an called for her, and finally found her walking back home, a few step and a rest. and then a few more step and the she rested again. my father kept her in a nice cozy cage, afraid that she might die elsewhere. coz in our culture, we believed that if a cat is dying, they will go far far away from their owner coz they don't want to cause their owner grief. they do not wish for their owner to see their sufferings. my sister called and told me about Lin the night before her death and i flew home the first available flight to Kuching the next morning.
i found her very, very sick and she died that day, in my arms.
i can never forgive myself for her loss.
Lin: 8.12.1989-7.6.2003
i grew up with her. but lately before her death i had to go back to college in Kuala Lumpur. she was sick. and no one dared to come near her except my father. and i was not there for her when she needed me the most. she had stopped eating for a week. and no one really noticed that she was really sick. until it was too late, my father noticed that she's been missing. they searched an called for her, and finally found her walking back home, a few step and a rest. and then a few more step and the she rested again. my father kept her in a nice cozy cage, afraid that she might die elsewhere. coz in our culture, we believed that if a cat is dying, they will go far far away from their owner coz they don't want to cause their owner grief. they do not wish for their owner to see their sufferings. my sister called and told me about Lin the night before her death and i flew home the first available flight to Kuching the next morning.
i found her very, very sick and she died that day, in my arms.
Lin: 8.12.1989-7.6.2003
