This house cat had been beaten so brutally that it was left with 11 broken bones. It shook nonstop from the pain and couldn’t even rest. When I rushed the cat to the emergency animal hospital, some people actually scoffed, saying a “regular” cat like this wasn’t worth the effort. Seeing it curled up in the corner, trembling, shattered me.
The veterinarian let out a heavy sigh and explained the injuries were extreme, and the surgery would be expensive. Others told me that with that kind of money, I could just buy a purebred cat instead. I ignored them all.
The little cat was in so much pain it couldn’t eat, yet it still gently pressed its head into my hand. Every evening after work, I went straight to the hospital just to sit nearby and talk softly for a few minutes. Even the nurses noticed how strong its will to survive was.
The surgery was a success, and it pushed through the most critical days. Slowly, it began sipping goat’s milk, resting a tiny paw on my hand, its eyes seeming to say thank you.
Three months later, it was running again. One leg still has a limp, but the way it races after patches of sunlight is breathtaking. Now it follows me everywhere, my little shadow, never letting me out of sight.
