💐 {04/02/26} ✦ "A person with a beautiful soul and Joe-Star kitten in heaven" 🧚‍♀️ 🐈‍⬛ 🕊️ | LOH N° 274 ✦ 🇪🇸 │ 🇺🇸

Una experiencia cercana de la que todavía me estoy recuperando es el caso de un gatito en malas condiciones que apareció en el jardín de mi casa hace pocos días, me dí cuenta que estaba oculto entre unas macetas grandes porque mis gatos le estaban gruñendo.

Estaba muy sucio y delgado, casi desmayado, poco se movía, le ofrecí comida y agua y asombrosamente recupero el ánimo. Cuando pude examinarlo tenia una miasis avanzada en el rostro (cuando al vi casi me desmayo de la impresión); por 2 días le di los primeros auxilios administrándole antibiótico, analgésico y spray matagusanos en sus lesiones, pero en estos casos es vital extraer las larvas de forma manual y el gatito obvio no se dejaba.

Finalmente con ayuda de una vecina pudimos contactar con un refugio para gatos en la ciudad que es especialista en casos difíciles, les preguntamos por ayuda y su encargada dijo sin dudar que lleváramos al gatito.

Con mucho esfuerzo pudimos capturarlo y llevarlo en taxi para que se quedara hospitalizado. Efectivamente la doctora veterinaria lo trato muy bien, lo sedaron, atendieron sus lesiones, extrajeron todo lo malo y comenzó a sanar, nos contaron también que comía muchísimo.

Lamentablemente a los pocos días falleció, nos notificaron que de la nada comenzó a convulsionar y falleció. El diagnostico es que el gatito tenía un cáncer avanzado, porque le estaban saliendo lesiones en otras partes del cuerpo, no solo tenía la de la cara.

Por un lado me consuela que sus últimos días fueron sin dolor, con mucha comida, atención médica y un lugar limpio y seguro para estar y dormir, no falleció abandonado siendo comido vivo, y aunque sé que hicimos todo lo que pudimos por el, siempre queda esta especie de culpa y sensación de malestar de "si tu hubiera encontrado antes," porque no entiendo qué lección de vida o lado positivo pueda tener este tipo de sucesos.

Y también son imágenes que quedan en tu memoria, no se qué se hace con eso después, lo único que concluimos mi amiga y yo al final de esta historia es que nos acercamos un poco a entender por qué hay gente que desarrolla adicciones para sobrellevar dolores o impactos emocionales.

Por cierto este pobre bebé lo bautizamos como gatito "Joe-Star", por su mirada.

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A recent experience that I am still recovering from is the case of a kitten in poor condition that appeared in my garden a few days ago. I realized it was hiding among some large flower pots because my cats were growling at it.

It was very dirty and thin, almost fainting, barely moving. I offered it food and water, and amazingly, it regained its spirits. When I was able to examine it, I saw that it had advanced myiasis on its face (I almost fainted when I saw it). For two days, I gave it first aid, administering antibiotics, painkillers, and worm-killing spray on its wounds, but in these cases, it is vital to remove the larvae manually, and the kitten obviously would not let me.

Finally, with the help of a neighbor, we were able to contact a cat shelter in the city that specializes in difficult cases. We asked them for help, and the manager said without hesitation that we should bring the kitten in.

With great effort, we were able to capture him and take him by taxi to be hospitalized. The veterinarian treated him very well, sedated him, treated his injuries, removed everything that was wrong, and he began to heal. They also told us that he was eating a lot.

Unfortunately, he died a few days later. We were told that he suddenly started convulsing and passed away. The diagnosis was that the kitten had advanced cancer, because lesions were appearing on other parts of his body, not just his face.

On the one hand, I am comforted by the fact that his last days were pain-free, with plenty of food, medical care, and a clean and safe place to stay and sleep. He did not die abandoned and eaten alive, and although I know we did everything we could for him, there is always this kind of guilt and feeling of unease, thinking, “If only I had found him sooner,” because I don't understand what life lesson or positive side there can be to this kind of event.

And these are also images that remain in your memory. I don't know what to do with that afterwards. The only conclusion my friend and I came to at the end of this story is that we came a little closer to understanding why some people develop addictions to cope with pain or emotional trauma.

By the way, we named this poor baby “Joe-Star” because of his gaze.