I don't like August, never did.
It has that bitter-sweet taste of end-of-season. The days are visibly shorter, the weather changes.
Over here it is the month when most services and shops are closed for holidays, and almost nothing works smoothly.
It marks the end of the good season and the beginning of the sad/bad season.
And it's only 4 months away from Christmas, another time of the year that I deeply dislike!
This year it has been a terrible month for me.
It started with the death of my beloved cat Pallina, and this marked the end of my life as I knew it. Everything is so different now... The end of an era.
Then, two days after Pallina's death, I found a kitten in a large waste bin. She was crying at the top of her lungs to make her heard. Nobody else was around. Her right eye had popped out the socket for an infection, I think, and she was in desperate need of help and veterinary treatment. And this is what I did!
She was 2 months old. Her eye was removed, she had stitches and a cone for two weeks. Since after the surgery she has been staying here, at home.
On the next day I spotted a kitten that was wobbling around. He was on the other side of a closed gate, I was unable to go to the other side. I tried to draw his attention, but I realized he was blind, so I made some noises to let him understand what direction to take. When his head was between the bars of the gate I grabbed him and took him to the vet who said that I was there just in time! Thirty minutes later and the veterinary cares would have been useless, she said. The kitten was 4 months old, severely dehydrated, starving and had received a head trauma that had impaired his sight and his ability to walk. He was much smaller than his age, the vet assessed his age by his tooth.
Four days of intensive care and he came home as well. He took a week to gain his sight back and the ability to walk too.
They are both domestic cats, they know how to live in a house and are not scared of humans. They have probably been abandoned by someone who was leaving for the holidays. Two different families had abandoned two different kittens.
These two kittens have a strong bond, they do everything together, sleep together, play a lot.
He is very shy and reserved, she's shameless. He is able to express himself fully only if she's next to him.
They share a lot, they shared the same evil initial experience, they share the fact that they have been rescued 24 hours apart by the same person, and they share the same house and food. They should share their future home together.
Nine days later I spotted something moving under a layer of leaves, and I found 6 kittens! Two of them were covered with larvae and flies, the other 4 had fleas. They were all in a bad condition, I also thought that one was already dead. They were cold and dehydrated. I fetched a box, put them all together in it and went to the usual vet who had to shave one of them almost completely to get her rid of the parasites that were eating her alive! They were 6 girls, four weeks old. After a week of vet treatments they went to a foster home, waiting for a new forever home as soon as they are 2 months old.
Ten days later another finding!
This time I was called because there were three kittens into a pit, floating on the filthy water. I managed to rescue them all and after drying and warming them up I took them to the same vet, which, I think, is starting to hate me!
Two girls and a boy, in a state of extreme hypotermia. They are 20-25 days old. The water was at 77°F, they were as cold as ice when I picked them out of that pit.
They, too, await a new forever home as soon as they are 2 months old. I'm looking for another foster home for them. They are currently in the care of the vet, who keeps them home with her.
I think that this has been the worst August ever, and I will remember it forever!
I would have just liked to stay and grieve for the loss of my Pallina, and this is the only thing that I haven't been able to do so far... It is not fair, she didn't deserve this.
And I still can't believe it when I read my signature...
That "Pallina (May 3, 2001 - August 8, 2018)" always leaves me speechless, it seems a nightmare to me, it is so unreal...
I don't like August, never did.
It has that bitter-sweet taste of end-of-season. The days are visibly shorter, the weather changes.
Over here it is the month when most services and shops are closed for holidays, and almost nothing works smoothly.
It marks the end of the good season and the beginning of the sad/bad season.
And it's only 4 months away from Christmas, another time of the year that I deeply dislike!
This year it has been a terrible month for me.
It started with the death of my beloved cat Pallina, and this marked the end of my life as I knew it. Everything is so different now... The end of an era.
Then, two days after Pallina's death, I found a kitten in a large waste bin. She was crying at the top of her lungs to make her heard. Nobody else was around. Her right eye had popped out the socket for an infection, I think, and she was in desperate need of help and veterinary treatment. And this is what I did!
She was 2 months old. Her eye was removed, she had stitches and a cone for two weeks. Since after the surgery she has been staying here, at home.
On the next day I spotted a kitten that was wobbling around. He was on the other side of a closed gate, I was unable to go to the other side. I tried to draw his attention, but I realized he was blind, so I made some noises to let him understand what direction to take. When his head was between the bars of the gate I grabbed him and took him to the vet who said that I was there just in time! Thirty minutes later and the veterinary cares would have been useless, she said. The kitten was 4 months old, severely dehydrated, starving and had received a head trauma that had impaired his sight and his ability to walk. He was much smaller than his age, the vet assessed his age by his tooth.
Four days of intensive care and he came home as well. He took a week to gain his sight back and the ability to walk too.
They are both domestic cats, they know how to live in a house and are not scared of humans. They have probably been abandoned by someone who was leaving for the holidays. Two different families had abandoned two different kittens.
These two kittens have a strong bond, they do everything together, sleep together, play a lot.
He is very shy and reserved, she's shameless. He is able to express himself fully only if she's next to him.
They share a lot, they shared the same evil initial experience, they share the fact that they have been rescued 24 hours apart by the same person, and they share the same house and food. They should share their future home together.
Nine days later I spotted something moving under a layer of leaves, and I found 6 kittens! Two of them were covered with larvae and flies, the other 4 had fleas. They were all in a bad condition, I also thought that one was already dead. They were cold and dehydrated. I fetched a box, put them all together in it and went to the usual vet who had to shave one of them almost completely to get her rid of the parasites that were eating her alive! They were 6 girls, four weeks old. After a week of vet treatments they went to a foster home, waiting for a new forever home as soon as they are 2 months old.
Ten days later another finding!
This time I was called because there were three kittens into a pit, floating on the filthy water. I managed to rescue them all and after drying and warming them up I took them to the same vet, which, I think, is starting to hate me!
Two girls and a boy, in a state of extreme hypotermia. They are 20-25 days old. The water was at 77°F, they were as cold as ice when I picked them out of that pit.
They, too, await a new forever home as soon as they are 2 months old. I'm looking for another foster home for them. They are currently in the care of the vet, who keeps them home with her.
I think that this has been the worst August ever, and I will remember it forever!
I would have just liked to stay and grieve for the loss of my Pallina, and this is the only thing that I haven't been able to do so far... It is not fair, she didn't deserve this.
And I still can't believe it when I read my signature...
That "Pallina (May 3, 2001 - August 8, 2018)" always leaves me speechless, it seems a nightmare to me, it is so unreal...
I don't like August, never did.
