One evening, a tiny kitten appeared outside my daughter Emma’s room. She could barely stand. She was covered in ringworm, coughing, refusing to eat, and looked as if she wasn’t going to survive another day. We dropped everything and rushed her to the veterinarian. It was late on a Saturday evening, and the clinic was just about to close. I begged the vet to examine her and give her emergency treatment. She received IV fluids, her eyes were cleaned, and we were given a special recovery food that I had to feed her with a syringe because she was too weak to eat on her own. She weighed only 800 grams. The following two weeks were exhausting. Daily injections, IV drips, antibiotics, medications, syringe feeding, and countless trips to the clinic became part of our routine. By the end of those two weeks, she weighed 2.2 kg. After a month and a half of treatment, she had almost completely recovered. I’ll be honest—it wasn’t easy. There were moments when her condition became worse, and I wondered if euthanasia would be the kinder option. It took an enormous amount of time, energy, emotional strength, and money. And the funny thing is… I never wanted another cat. But Karma is Karma. I simply couldn’t leave her to die outside my little daughter’s window. So now I have two cats. One is my house cat… and Karma has happily claimed our parking area and yard as her kingdom. ❤️ Sometimes we don’t choose the animals we rescue. Sometimes… they choose us.
