I had never thought I would keep a pet unless my sweetheart 'babu' came into my life. She was injured so I started offering her food and she started visting everyday. I was unaware that she was pregnant until one day I felt something moving inside her. A few days later she delivered 3 beautiful kittens including my Bhanwara at a neighbour's house.
A few days later, she moved the kittens to my kitchen's loft. They remained there for about 20 days and she moved them again to a new house. She again brought her kittens back to my house few days later. I provided them food and a nice quite place to sleep and a big backyard to play. But my whole attention was on Tweety the newborn abandoned kitten I had adopted on my vet' request. So I could never spend much time with the other babies.
Yesterday my most beautiful and most sensible baby bhanwara sneaked out of a tiny hole in the wall while playing and was chased by two dogs and got killed instantly. I saw and rushed to him, but within 10 seconds my baby was gone. I managed to reach at the time he took his last breath. All this happened within 10 seconds.
I can't stop blaming myself for his untimely death. He was just 3 months old and deserved a good life. I had noticed that they had been snekaing out but I thought babu will take care as she was nearby. She knew there were dogs in the neighbourhood. she had fought dogs and Tom's to save her kids previously. I wish I hadn't taken it lightly. I wish I hadn't left it on babu alone to care for the kittens. I wish I had spent more time with him at least and could show him how much I loved him.
I now feel that by adopting another kitten, I did injustice to my own kittens. To save one, I neglected the others and eventually lost one of them.
My Bhanwra was such a sweetheart. He even befriended my little one while others hissed and growled at him. I had named him Bhanwra ( black bee) because he could never stop at one place for more than few seconds.
I can't forget his face. His beautiful coat was soaked in blood. His blue eyes had popped out. His lifeless body. I can't stop thinking about how scared he would have been when the dogs were chasing him and how much it would have hurted him when the dogs caught him. My poor boy succumbed to my carelessness and I will never be able forgive myself for this.
I can only hope he is at peace now and that he would forgive me for not being able to save him.
RIP Bhanwra
A few days later, she moved the kittens to my kitchen's loft. They remained there for about 20 days and she moved them again to a new house. She again brought her kittens back to my house few days later. I provided them food and a nice quite place to sleep and a big backyard to play. But my whole attention was on Tweety the newborn abandoned kitten I had adopted on my vet' request. So I could never spend much time with the other babies.
Yesterday my most beautiful and most sensible baby bhanwara sneaked out of a tiny hole in the wall while playing and was chased by two dogs and got killed instantly. I saw and rushed to him, but within 10 seconds my baby was gone. I managed to reach at the time he took his last breath. All this happened within 10 seconds.
I can't stop blaming myself for his untimely death. He was just 3 months old and deserved a good life. I had noticed that they had been snekaing out but I thought babu will take care as she was nearby. She knew there were dogs in the neighbourhood. she had fought dogs and Tom's to save her kids previously. I wish I hadn't taken it lightly. I wish I hadn't left it on babu alone to care for the kittens. I wish I had spent more time with him at least and could show him how much I loved him.
I now feel that by adopting another kitten, I did injustice to my own kittens. To save one, I neglected the others and eventually lost one of them.
My Bhanwra was such a sweetheart. He even befriended my little one while others hissed and growled at him. I had named him Bhanwra ( black bee) because he could never stop at one place for more than few seconds.
I can't forget his face. His beautiful coat was soaked in blood. His blue eyes had popped out. His lifeless body. I can't stop thinking about how scared he would have been when the dogs were chasing him and how much it would have hurted him when the dogs caught him. My poor boy succumbed to my carelessness and I will never be able forgive myself for this.
I can only hope he is at peace now and that he would forgive me for not being able to save him.
RIP Bhanwra
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