I’ve been fortunate enough to witness quite a few happy moments, but there is one moment that still makes me feel warm inside.
I was going on one of my usual morning walks when I stumbled upon an abandoned kitten. It was laying there, in a cardboard box, crying for help. I instantly walked towards it and glanced into the box. The kitty looked ill and I could tell it hadn’t eaten in days. I gently lifted it up from the box, into my arms, and took it with me back home.
I fed it, washed it, and comforted it to the best of my ability. After paying closer attention to its furr, I noticed that it was infected with flees. I then rushed to the nearest vet and had the guy treat it with his medicine. The vet agreed to look after it and treat it as long as I paid him a monthly fee.
I felt a bit gloomy while letting go of the kitten, but I knew this was the only way the kitty could survive. Thus I handed over the little furry guy to the vet, and headed back home.
A few days later I decided to drop by at the vet, and to my utter surprise, the kitten was as fit as a fiddle! I hope my little furry friend lives on, and I’m glad I could be a part of its treatment.