While I’m writing this, I don’t know if the Angel of Death is flapping his wings. I don’t believe in miracles & I’ve seen that prayers too aren’t being answered when someone is dying. Fluffy has been ill for the past 4 days & the vet doesn’t know as to what is wrong with him.
First he was vomiting, then he had loose motions & now there is some kind of swelling in his stomach. His condition is of course deteriorating. Naturally one can cure a disease, if you happen to know the name of that illness. In this case, so far nobody knows anything. I don’t know why the vet took so long to ask us for Fluffy’s X-ray & blood test. And when it’s really critical, you don’t get the X-ray done or the blood test, because there are just two doctors & one lab in Karachi & I suppose there is no concept of emergency or anything. We went there but one of the doctors was just not confident enough to take out the blood & the other was way out of reach. Yeah people work but there is no such thing as working with passion. It’s just work that pays. It’s not work that might save somebody’s life.
Although I have seen animals coming out of critical conditions…Rijja & Bunty are 2 such examples. Rijja was in a far worse state than Fluffy.
Fluffy is my mother’s cat & she’s already upset. They say as long as there is life you can hope, but when you see life slipping away, what then? Right now he’s with me in the room & I do want him to live but I just hope that I’m around when he dies.
I also don’t believe in the power of love anymore as we are helpless when our kids are dying. We just can’t protect them. We can’t share their pain. We can’t lessen it either. They suffer on their own. When they die, they die alone & we live.
Yesterday I read that we live & learn, & then we die & forget all. How convenient!
