I got a kitten last Friday. He was sick in one of his lungs, like having a cold.
Mother gave him penicillin, according to the vet to make him better.
He was allergic to it. And suffocated because of it.
Only six weeks old.
When my own father came to me in my room in tears, I hugged him and he said ” Thank you for taking care of Ice. ” At the verge of crying as his voice failed him. And he didn’t even groan when he had his ribs broken, his foot stomped by a horse or when he suffered a heavy headache that ” felt like screws pressing against the skull. “
At such moment, I wish I could’ve done more taking care of the cat. I wish I had the power to turn back time and stop my mother from ever giving Ice that damn penicillin.
Rest well Ice, I wish you could’ve been a part of the family till you died of old age.
When my father wept on my shoulder, I never before felt so weak or powerless.
I needed to write this to calm myself down.