Dear God...

Please make your big people - the humans - take notice of the plea of my fellow brothers and sisters. 

Dear God, let not your big people turn their blind eye on the suffering of my brothers and sisters but let them clearly see and feel their need for help.

Dear God, please clear their hearts of fear and let empathy fill their every fiber.

Dear God, please let the big peoples hearts be filled with compassion and please

bestow upon them the ability to ACT when they see a little cat in need of help. 

Humbly one of your little people,

- a grateful rescuee

Toddy  

Yesterday afternoon(due to a heat wave) we sought refuge by the seaside. Having just arrived I suddenly felt the instinctive urge to turn around and drive back home. Luckily DH have come to respect my instinct and sure enough - as we arrived back to the car - a dying cat staggered towards me. Emaciated, very very sick, with a huge tummy and severely dehydrated  - her legs kept colapsing under her. Unearthly noices of a plea to please help kept coming out of her. I had no doubt this cat was dying and whilst I tried to bring her into a shaded area I asked DH to try and reach the emergency vet. To our greatest frustration it was impossible to reach anyone related to the veterinary practise. 

Whilst I sat with the cat trying to protect her from a loud barking dog, a hooting motorbike (regrettably we were in their way!) and many non-comprehending and slightly disapproving passers-by, my husband tried to reach some help. I felt very reluctant to move her really, but about 45 minuttes later - having been unable to reach the vet - we decided to bring her home and to keep trying to reach the vet. Half way home I suggested that we stop at a cat-friends home (to avoid a long bumpy road we'd otherwise need to travel with her). Luckily our cat-friend was home and she instantly went into "rescue-mode" calling upon the assistance of an otherwise dog-volunteer. For another 1 1/2 hour we did all we could to force-feed her some water and a bit of liquid cat food and to simply keep her cool. Finally we got through to the vet, and what felt like many agonising hours later we eventually got her the help she needed. We had of course hoped for some miracle at the vet - for some comforting words that she might have a chance of surviving if she was put on intravenous liquid and antibiotics,  but alas... The vet confirmed what I already knew - this poor girl was dying. There was a great chance that she could have a number of incurable bad or chronic diseases. So we decided to give this girl what she initially had ask me for - the help to put her out of her painful suffering. With the help of the vet she went quietly - and grateful I believe - that some human at least at this point took notice and helped her.

We felt sad and yet with a clean and clear conscience. This cat simply needed peace.