Difficult days.

Greetings my fellow readers, today is Saturday and I usually like to participate in cat stories.

I’m afraid today the story itsn’t very nice the but it’s  something I want to tell all of you who know about my dear Copito, what has happened to my cat Copito.

I know I have been neglectful with him, but I didn't expect that from so many battles he fought my Copito almost lost his own war. He is a free-spirited cat and since his mother left him in my care over 8 years ago, he has lived in my home. He comes and goes as he pleases.

He spends the entire day at home, he sleeps all day long, only waking up when he sees me in the kitchen. He already knows he will get some of my food and then at night when he feels rested, at about 7pm he meows in my room for me to come out and open the door for him to go outside. He doesn't come back until the next day.

He has done that since he was a little boy, but he also has an old habit, every month he goes out to look for a girl in heart. After about 5 days pass he comes back, only to eat a little and then go back, this happens sometimes and some other times he decides to stay out for longer. He returns home, exhausted from chasing felines, full of battle scars and sleeping longer hours than usual.

A week ago he would do the same thing, he was with a girl here in my garden and for 3 days he was with other cats vying for the love of his Dulcinea.

But then he disappeared. He was after other girls in other places I don't know. But this time it didn't go well at all. I don't understand what happened to him, he came home after more than four days without returning, apart from the 5 days he was already with the girl in my garden.

He came home and someone informed me in my room that my cat had returned. I didn’t leave immediately, because he always comes back tired and to sleep. About 5 minutes later I came out and there was my son and the lady who works in my house with the cat.

They were in the garden with him, I only saw their faces and walked faster until I saw him.

There he was lying on the floor on his side and meowing very softly in pain, with his back leg hurt and his face all dirty and full of holes.

My heart stopped, I couldn't breathe. I saw my poor Copito as if he was dead. I don't know how he walked home in that condition. He knows this is his home and he must have come here to die or to heal.

I carried him immediately and took him to the back of my house. We gave him milk and he licked it for a while, then he lay down, he meowed softly in pain and I noticed his wounds. I cried thinking that he was dying, I let him lie down, gave him water and let him rest.

Then he wouldn't even drink water, he wouldn't eat or drink and the wound on his face was infected, he had an abscess right where the cats had bit him.

So we drained the abscess, I gave him a dose of antibiotic twice a day and I was feeding him with an injector inside his mouth. Because for a day he didn't want to eat or drink anything.

With an injector I gave him 15 cc of soup and 10 cc of water. He was forced but he took it, as well as his doses of antibiotics. With daily cures, he has been on the treatment for 5 days now. His wounds on his face are improving little by little, he is already eating and he’s standing up on his four little legs, which he did not do during the first three days.

My son and I have been waking up at night to watch him breathing, asleep, because I know that cats heal themselves, that they fix their metabolism to compensate for deficiencies.

He never liked me when I cured him, he always ran and did not come back until two days later when he was already cured so that I would not put anything on his wounds, but this time he couldn’t get out of it, because it was very bad.

I treated him like another person, because my kitten is one of the family. Just as I take care of my son's health when he has been sick, I have done the same with my little cat.

I have never been so afraid of losing him as I have been these past few days. There was one day that I cried so much, my heart was so tight and my legs were shaking like jelly as I watched him struggle to get better.

We asked God so much in the name of Jesus to spend his healing hand on my kitty. I’m not prepared for his death, he came into my life when my younger brother died. He is a reminder of a being that is born when another dies.

His wounds are already healing. He is eating on his own but still receiving the antibiotic, what he is left with is trauma from the cruelty he experienced. He can't even see our little cat Meme because he gets scared and runs away.

He will heal his mental wounds later with our love. I am glad that his health condition is already improving. 

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