On the brink of death, a little kitten awaits a miracle. My heart is filled with hope, longing for a miracle to save the little one. Despite the kitten’s hisses and attempts to protect itself, I refuse to give up. The noble goal is to save the innocent creature, to bring it back to life and joy.
The day I found the kitten, it lay weak on the ground, suffering from illness. I proceed with caution, wearing protective gloves to ensure neither of us gets harmed. Even though my arms couldn’t reach where it was hiding, I didn’t give up. By creating a sense of unease, the kitten gradually reveals itself. And finally, I catch it, bringing about peace and hope.
The kitten is severely ill, with respiratory tract infections and inflammation in its mouth and teeth. I worry as it has gone without food for many days. With love and care, I feed it with mashed food, helping it recover bit by bit. Despite tight finances, I don’t hesitate to take the kitten to the veterinarian by bus. The kitten receives a thorough examination and the necessary treatment.
Day after day, the kitten grows stronger. I visit it at the veterinary clinic, even though it hisses at me. However, that doesn’t diminish my happiness and joy. After a week, the mouth infection of the kitten has subsided, and the veterinarian allows it to be discharged. And finally, the kitten recognizes my love and care. It allows me to stroke it, establishing a beautiful connection between us.
