by Josie
originally posted @ Quest2Canaan on April 8, 2010
It's a cloudy Sunday after an additional job when I suddenly decided to take different road back home. The small paved road was empty, but recent repair on it left a few rocks left by roadside, and a black thing too dark to be a stone. Frankly, I thought it was a lump of asphalt.
I drove my bike to avoid it, especially because I see a hint of white sedan behind me, when I realize that.... the lump got eyes!
So instead of driving away, I throw myself between the "stone" and the car, that immediately brakes but still hit me on time. I fall down (of course) and meet eye to eye with a black, extremely terrified kitten.
After a few swearing from the car's driver, I sacked her up and brought her home, wondering why she didn't run away from the car. After all, it is an empty road, and the car is slow. Slow enough for her to avoid it, if she wanted to.
The problem is, it wasn't that the kitten didn't want to run, but she couldn't run. She can't even stand up, because her hind legs were dislocated. Something must have hit her before, hard enough to threw her to the road and dislocated her hind legs, making her unable to run.
Since no vet is open on Sundays, and there's no animal hospital in the city, I had to do it myself. I relocated her hind legs back to its place by the same principle that I was learning back in PE class.
I called the little kitten "Picassa" due to an abstract "print" on top of her eyes that made her look as if she is wearing a masquerade.
The next day, however, I brought her to the nearest vet.
The vet said I did a great job relocating her hind legs, and said that she has nothing to worry about. I told him that she can't walk properly, and that her left leg seems to be higher than the right one, so she kind of walking abnormally. He said it was a simple muscle strain, and that her right leg is the one that got a little bit swollen. He gave me a prescription and told me to leave. My heart and mind rejected his statement in choir, but I took the prescription in silence. He is the vet, not me.
Given the prescription twice, Picassa was crying whenever she littered, and I saw blood. The third prescription, more blood. So I stopped the medication and brought her to another vet, the vet that used to handle my other cats. I show her the prescription, and she said "The prescription is to hard for a kitten. It's acidic to her intestine and the blood is because her gastric and intestine kind of scalded"
My heart sank. This little kitten, away from her mother, alone on the streets, got dislocated leg, cannot walk properly and now has scalded GIT (Gastro Intestinal Tract). Not funny.
The vet told me to treat her GIT first, then we can go and treat her leg, and by the way, it is the left leg that has problem, not the right.
I wish I can go back and give the other vet a good punch.
So Picassa spend weeks drinking gastritis medicine, and eat special gourmet I personally designed: brown rice powder, milk replacer, and multivitamins.
The special recipe cured her GIT, but her leg was damaged forever. Her left hind leg was higher than the right, so Picassa walked with limp as if her left leg is shorter than the right one.
We can have her leg operated, so that she can walk properly, however, the surgery will require a vet to put some metal pen to attach her bone, and such technology is very rare in Indonesia, and that would mean, it's extremely expensive. Plus, like the vet said, Picassa is 2 months old. Forcing a surgery may crush her bone, so she suggested series of physiotherapy that will help her cope with her physical condition, in the hope that she might grow more or less "normal"
I followed the later advise. So starting the next weekend, Picassa drove with me to have a physiotherapy, and her condition improved as time pass by. She can now walk almost normally, she can run, she can jump, and the multivitamins as well as extra calcium gave her a very healthy appetite. The therapy itself was not cheap, but if that would mean giving a new hope for Picassa to be adopted, I don't mind spending another IDR 4,000,000.00 (more or less USD 400.00), at least, I will figure out how.
Picassa is two months old, wrongly diagnosed, wrongly prescribed, has gone through a lot of pain, and passed a long journey home. I can at least appreciate her perseverance and faith.
Please consider Chipping In to help Picassa heal. 1 US dollar will worth 9,000.00 Indonesian Rupiah. It means your support will be multiplied ten thousand fold. There has never been better investing opportunity.
I drove my bike to avoid it, especially because I see a hint of white sedan behind me, when I realize that.... the lump got eyes!
So instead of driving away, I throw myself between the "stone" and the car, that immediately brakes but still hit me on time. I fall down (of course) and meet eye to eye with a black, extremely terrified kitten.
After a few swearing from the car's driver, I sacked her up and brought her home, wondering why she didn't run away from the car. After all, it is an empty road, and the car is slow. Slow enough for her to avoid it, if she wanted to.
The problem is, it wasn't that the kitten didn't want to run, but she couldn't run. She can't even stand up, because her hind legs were dislocated. Something must have hit her before, hard enough to threw her to the road and dislocated her hind legs, making her unable to run.
Since no vet is open on Sundays, and there's no animal hospital in the city, I had to do it myself. I relocated her hind legs back to its place by the same principle that I was learning back in PE class.
I called the little kitten "Picassa" due to an abstract "print" on top of her eyes that made her look as if she is wearing a masquerade.
The next day, however, I brought her to the nearest vet.
The vet said I did a great job relocating her hind legs, and said that she has nothing to worry about. I told him that she can't walk properly, and that her left leg seems to be higher than the right one, so she kind of walking abnormally. He said it was a simple muscle strain, and that her right leg is the one that got a little bit swollen. He gave me a prescription and told me to leave. My heart and mind rejected his statement in choir, but I took the prescription in silence. He is the vet, not me.
Given the prescription twice, Picassa was crying whenever she littered, and I saw blood. The third prescription, more blood. So I stopped the medication and brought her to another vet, the vet that used to handle my other cats. I show her the prescription, and she said "The prescription is to hard for a kitten. It's acidic to her intestine and the blood is because her gastric and intestine kind of scalded"
My heart sank. This little kitten, away from her mother, alone on the streets, got dislocated leg, cannot walk properly and now has scalded GIT (Gastro Intestinal Tract). Not funny.
The vet told me to treat her GIT first, then we can go and treat her leg, and by the way, it is the left leg that has problem, not the right.
I wish I can go back and give the other vet a good punch.
So Picassa spend weeks drinking gastritis medicine, and eat special gourmet I personally designed: brown rice powder, milk replacer, and multivitamins.
The special recipe cured her GIT, but her leg was damaged forever. Her left hind leg was higher than the right, so Picassa walked with limp as if her left leg is shorter than the right one.
We can have her leg operated, so that she can walk properly, however, the surgery will require a vet to put some metal pen to attach her bone, and such technology is very rare in Indonesia, and that would mean, it's extremely expensive. Plus, like the vet said, Picassa is 2 months old. Forcing a surgery may crush her bone, so she suggested series of physiotherapy that will help her cope with her physical condition, in the hope that she might grow more or less "normal"
I followed the later advise. So starting the next weekend, Picassa drove with me to have a physiotherapy, and her condition improved as time pass by. She can now walk almost normally, she can run, she can jump, and the multivitamins as well as extra calcium gave her a very healthy appetite. The therapy itself was not cheap, but if that would mean giving a new hope for Picassa to be adopted, I don't mind spending another IDR 4,000,000.00 (more or less USD 400.00), at least, I will figure out how.
Picassa is two months old, wrongly diagnosed, wrongly prescribed, has gone through a lot of pain, and passed a long journey home. I can at least appreciate her perseverance and faith.
Please consider Chipping In to help Picassa heal. 1 US dollar will worth 9,000.00 Indonesian Rupiah. It means your support will be multiplied ten thousand fold. There has never been better investing opportunity.
Renoir's Dream
by Josie
originally posted @ Quest2Canaan on April 8, 2010
On my way home from the vet with Picassa, I passed a furry lump by a puddle, near the sidewalk. Though it was only a few second, I knew it was a small kitten; so I stopped and nudge the soft lump.
It didn't move, so I tried peeking lower to see his face, and found out that both of his eyes were glued with yellowish hardened pus, and his nose is almost gone below the pile of crusty sinuses.
In short, I think, the kitten doesn't want to be disturbed. He just want to stay there and die in peace.
But I am an uber nosy person so I scoop him up, open my bag, apologize to a bewildered Picassa inside it, and push the dirty and dying kitten in.
Later that night when I , remove the pus in his eyes, clean sinus crust and wipe him clean with an organic anti bacteria, the ugly fur lump slowly turned to a very handsome, 3 months old, kitten, with an unusual lump on his left belly. So I tried to lift him up much to his chagrin, and found out that his left belly is indeed bigger than the right side, hinting me that this kitten might have suffered from Hernia.
Since I don't have any more money left to pay the vet, I focus to cure his severe sinus first. Really, this kid has slime filling up his throat that he has to breathe like fish: gaping with mouth open and sit while he sleep.
Within a few days when his ticks and mange are fully removed, and his sinus is getting better, he is now close friends with younger Picassa, and since the two are inseparable, I called him Renoir, which he seems to like because whenever I pronounce that name, he meows.
I get him to the vet the next week, which only shake her head with my persistence in saving street animals, despite my financial famine, but that is not the big point. The real breaking news is: Renoir does have Hernia, and the fact that he is 3 months old doesn't help, because kitten that age tend to run and jump, and it make the hole ripped bigger and bigger.
I had the option of sedating him though, so that he is more "calm" and "subdued" but I vehemently against the idea, because it will be the same like ripping Renoir his youthful days.
The vet, in the other side, refuse to perform a surgery on him because he is too small to handle it. She told me that it is best to wait until he is 3 or 4 months older so his physical condition is better fitted for the surgery.
Meanwhile, I have an extra hard thing to do: making sure Renoir doesn't go wherever or do whatever that can cause a wound on his belly, because one wound can directly affect his intestine, also, because of that lump (which is getting bigger) pushes his hind left leg away that Renoir cannot walk or run properly.
Have a difficulty to imagine? Well try to walk, or run (if you can) with your legs spread as widely as possible. Then Renoir would be completely offended because you are definitely mimicking him. :P
During that three months, I also have to keep Renoir well conditioned, with special food, vitamins, that will give him not only balanced, but most complete nutrition to ensure him a perfect growth and condition when he undergo the surgery.
My biggest challenge is.... money (yeah, right). I tried adding extra hour on my night job and on weekends, but the extra income won't even match the price of his food. I dare not imagine what should I do when the surgery day come because it will certainly, cost me more than IDR 3,000,000.00 (after a huge discount from the vet). In total, he would need at least IDR 5,000,000.00 (approx USD 550.00)
The good news is...luckily, this is Indonesia. a country where USD 1 will worth approx IDR 9,000.00. In Euro or Pound the number will even exceed 10,000.00. How great that would be? A single coin worth ten thousand time across the ocean?
One good karma multiplied ten thousand fold? I can guarantee that this is not an April fool joke.
Would you willing to try?
Just ChipIn as much as you think you can. Renoir would be grateful to be come a real cat again, I will forever be happy because he'd be able to live his second chance, and Picassa will be jumping on you in your dream because you help her spare her only playmate.
It didn't move, so I tried peeking lower to see his face, and found out that both of his eyes were glued with yellowish hardened pus, and his nose is almost gone below the pile of crusty sinuses.
In short, I think, the kitten doesn't want to be disturbed. He just want to stay there and die in peace.
But I am an uber nosy person so I scoop him up, open my bag, apologize to a bewildered Picassa inside it, and push the dirty and dying kitten in.
Later that night when I , remove the pus in his eyes, clean sinus crust and wipe him clean with an organic anti bacteria, the ugly fur lump slowly turned to a very handsome, 3 months old, kitten, with an unusual lump on his left belly. So I tried to lift him up much to his chagrin, and found out that his left belly is indeed bigger than the right side, hinting me that this kitten might have suffered from Hernia.
Since I don't have any more money left to pay the vet, I focus to cure his severe sinus first. Really, this kid has slime filling up his throat that he has to breathe like fish: gaping with mouth open and sit while he sleep.
Within a few days when his ticks and mange are fully removed, and his sinus is getting better, he is now close friends with younger Picassa, and since the two are inseparable, I called him Renoir, which he seems to like because whenever I pronounce that name, he meows.
I get him to the vet the next week, which only shake her head with my persistence in saving street animals, despite my financial famine, but that is not the big point. The real breaking news is: Renoir does have Hernia, and the fact that he is 3 months old doesn't help, because kitten that age tend to run and jump, and it make the hole ripped bigger and bigger.
I had the option of sedating him though, so that he is more "calm" and "subdued" but I vehemently against the idea, because it will be the same like ripping Renoir his youthful days.
The vet, in the other side, refuse to perform a surgery on him because he is too small to handle it. She told me that it is best to wait until he is 3 or 4 months older so his physical condition is better fitted for the surgery.
Meanwhile, I have an extra hard thing to do: making sure Renoir doesn't go wherever or do whatever that can cause a wound on his belly, because one wound can directly affect his intestine, also, because of that lump (which is getting bigger) pushes his hind left leg away that Renoir cannot walk or run properly.
Have a difficulty to imagine? Well try to walk, or run (if you can) with your legs spread as widely as possible. Then Renoir would be completely offended because you are definitely mimicking him. :P
During that three months, I also have to keep Renoir well conditioned, with special food, vitamins, that will give him not only balanced, but most complete nutrition to ensure him a perfect growth and condition when he undergo the surgery.
My biggest challenge is.... money (yeah, right). I tried adding extra hour on my night job and on weekends, but the extra income won't even match the price of his food. I dare not imagine what should I do when the surgery day come because it will certainly, cost me more than IDR 3,000,000.00 (after a huge discount from the vet). In total, he would need at least IDR 5,000,000.00 (approx USD 550.00)
The good news is...luckily, this is Indonesia. a country where USD 1 will worth approx IDR 9,000.00. In Euro or Pound the number will even exceed 10,000.00. How great that would be? A single coin worth ten thousand time across the ocean?
One good karma multiplied ten thousand fold? I can guarantee that this is not an April fool joke.
Would you willing to try?
Just ChipIn as much as you think you can. Renoir would be grateful to be come a real cat again, I will forever be happy because he'd be able to live his second chance, and Picassa will be jumping on you in your dream because you help her spare her only playmate.
help me?
By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
by Josie
posted on July 20, 2010
It's a novel by Paulo Coelho - a Brasilian writer famous for his writing about self conquest: journey into the depth of one soul to find, or re-discover the true meaning of life.
The novel spoke of a young man, long gone from his homeland, and a girl long for a true love, and their journey into their heart to recover their once lost life, and love.
I am long gone from my hometown, and River is a street kitty girl longing for true love, and our fated meeting happen when I heard her cry from under a small bridge where a shallow yet strong current flow.
She was soaked, gulped a lot of water, and still hanging for life as much as she could.
The short suspense was the beginning of our journey.
I called her River - I think you know why - and Phoenix because she is white and yellow, like flame flicking from a candle, and to honor her resilience. She had already soaked wet from top to toe, swallow gallons of water, and endured a freezing twilight, yet she yelled as loud as she could, and hang in there with her tiny claws, though the river dragged and throw her into its rocky base like pinball, which filled her body with cuts and bruises.
Most of all: she lives. She curl up motionless inside the that ball of towel and blanket, but she came out of her box in the morning, playing with a ball as if nothing happened, ready to move on.
The scars she got all over her body during her struggle are yet to be cured, but her will of life never broken. There will be months before all those long and thick fur come back, but her strive to stay alive was never scraped.
There will be a long journey before she reaches Canaan, a home, and a family to love her, but the radiance of her endurance will guide her to her deserving happiness.
For her, the tale of her life might be similar to a novel, but By the river piedra she sat down and
