Tommy is here.

 

One morning in May, while me and my partner were in the car, she saw on the street, on the white line at center, a small clear spot.
As we approached, we realized that it was a a curled little kitten.
She told me that she was alive. We passed near.
A second later, I think I shouted something and stopped the car on side of the road. I got out and ran to him, I was on the white line, hoping to protect him, no one came and hit him, to make it in time, he was alive.
After an eternity, or so it seemed to me, after the fleeting memories of car that runner close to me, faces stunned and looks frozen in disbelief, a woman who knew the car and said, “oh, my God”. I came to him.
I gathered around him, not thinking it might hit me. I picked it up by putting all of the time of the world, as if it were the most important being in the universe. Because for me it was.
I held him to me gently, I did not see his blood on me, not yet.
I returned in the car and took him to the nearest vet driving like a madman. I went almost breaking the door.
Three vets noticed, looked at him, then at me. They looked at me as if to say “what do you want us to do?”
“Save it”
We entered the room, I with them. He was wounded. An eye almost gone, suspected broken jaw, some teeth missing, scratches and cuts, undernourished and worse, a collapsed lung. I do not know what I did, remember the butterfly needle in the paw too small. The blood test to prevent acidosis. I held him to me, was more dead than alive, breathing hard, not moving.
I stayed with him and I never stopped to pray, to speak to him.
I remained alone with him.
“Stay with me,” I said softly.
He slightly opened his good eye, he raised his head and gave me a small meow. Then he collapsed and trembled, for long seconds did not move again. Then he returned to breath and I knew he would make it.
I took it home and I remained with him until dawn the next day, I was lying on the ground and he slept on my stomach.
His first sleep with me.
Early in the morning he woke up. Apart from the crusts of blood and teeth missing, all the most severe traumas were gone. A long convalescence, rehabilitation, plenty of food, shelter and love. Good luck and protection.
Now, he’s with me.
Happy and carefree. Only nightmares every time you fall asleep, but I’m there, and he, fortunately, does not remember anything.
Tommy is here.

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