A stray kitten and his mum ...
A stray kitten and his mum ...
I haven't had time to write regularly these days as I'm really up to my neck clearing all my readings and assignments =( But something happened today which made me want to pen it down in words, yet I write with a very heavy heart ...
There was a stray kitten with his mum outside my house and we rescued him from near death on 2 occasions - once was during Christmas season last year when him got trapped inside the drain of my neighbor's house. Wonder how he sneaked in and yet failed to escape out. It was raining really heavily then and the poor kitten was soaked to his skin - I guess he was soaked for hours in that big downpour as my neighbour totally ignored his wailing. Somehow, we managed to trace the location of the wailing and sought permission from my neighbour and freed him from further trauma. We took him back home (his mum was also calling out for him in an attempt to search for her little baby) and fed him with some warm milk before releasing him back to his mum.
The second occasion was a similar one to the first. But after 2 attempts to rescue him, he just couldn't seemed to escape his fate of a short-lived life. He was knocked down by a car just metres outside my house today and we happened to spot it lying in the middle of the road though we did not see what actually happened. We quickly ran to the road and checked on him, and also to prevent oncoming cars from crushing over him to prevent further tragedy. As we brought him back home to check on his wounds, thinking that he could have hurt his limbs and we could just stop the bleeding and bring him to the vet, we realized that his injury was worse than we had thought. His limbs seemed to be fine, but blood was oozing out from his ears - and we guessed he had been hit on the head and caused injury to his skull. His body began to lose its warmth as well and we finally decided that he's gone. The decision next is to decide what to do with his body - if we throw it into the bin, the garbage truck that come and pick up our rubbish will just squash him as they did to all the rubbish to create space for all those huge chunks of collection. We decide that we should just bury him in the open field nearby our house and that we did. An animal does have dignity too, doesn't it? And the least we could do is to give him some dignity even as he lay to rest.
What followed was really heart-breaking ... we could hear his mum calling out for him, and it really pains our heart. How would she ever know that her baby would not come back anymore to her? How would she know that the little one that snuggle with her is no more? At that moment, I wished I could speak cat language and communicate the sad news to her ... Sigh*
Even as I thought about the whole incident and how this little kitty's mum searched and called for him, I see a parallel to how God called out for each one of us too ... He patiently seek for us, call for us, and wait for us - all because of His love. Yet very often, we choose to stray away from Him. Our fate could be similar to that little kitty if we choose to stray further and further away from God, and it would definitely create a heart-breaking feeling in God our Father when He sees our lives being destroyed in ways we could have prevented if we seek refuge under His wings.
God came, God spoke our language, God was there - what are we waiting for?
I haven't had time to write regularly these days as I'm really up to my neck clearing all my readings and assignments =( But something happened today which made me want to pen it down in words, yet I write with a very heavy heart ...
There was a stray kitten with his mum outside my house and we rescued him from near death on 2 occasions - once was during Christmas season last year when him got trapped inside the drain of my neighbor's house. Wonder how he sneaked in and yet failed to escape out. It was raining really heavily then and the poor kitten was soaked to his skin - I guess he was soaked for hours in that big downpour as my neighbour totally ignored his wailing. Somehow, we managed to trace the location of the wailing and sought permission from my neighbour and freed him from further trauma. We took him back home (his mum was also calling out for him in an attempt to search for her little baby) and fed him with some warm milk before releasing him back to his mum.
The second occasion was a similar one to the first. But after 2 attempts to rescue him, he just couldn't seemed to escape his fate of a short-lived life. He was knocked down by a car just metres outside my house today and we happened to spot it lying in the middle of the road though we did not see what actually happened. We quickly ran to the road and checked on him, and also to prevent oncoming cars from crushing over him to prevent further tragedy. As we brought him back home to check on his wounds, thinking that he could have hurt his limbs and we could just stop the bleeding and bring him to the vet, we realized that his injury was worse than we had thought. His limbs seemed to be fine, but blood was oozing out from his ears - and we guessed he had been hit on the head and caused injury to his skull. His body began to lose its warmth as well and we finally decided that he's gone. The decision next is to decide what to do with his body - if we throw it into the bin, the garbage truck that come and pick up our rubbish will just squash him as they did to all the rubbish to create space for all those huge chunks of collection. We decide that we should just bury him in the open field nearby our house and that we did. An animal does have dignity too, doesn't it? And the least we could do is to give him some dignity even as he lay to rest.
What followed was really heart-breaking ... we could hear his mum calling out for him, and it really pains our heart. How would she ever know that her baby would not come back anymore to her? How would she know that the little one that snuggle with her is no more? At that moment, I wished I could speak cat language and communicate the sad news to her ... Sigh*
Even as I thought about the whole incident and how this little kitty's mum searched and called for him, I see a parallel to how God called out for each one of us too ... He patiently seek for us, call for us, and wait for us - all because of His love. Yet very often, we choose to stray away from Him. Our fate could be similar to that little kitty if we choose to stray further and further away from God, and it would definitely create a heart-breaking feeling in God our Father when He sees our lives being destroyed in ways we could have prevented if we seek refuge under His wings.
God came, God spoke our language, God was there - what are we waiting for?
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