En esta oportunidad me dedico a escribirles desde el profundo dolor que me han dejado mis mascotas, para que me entiendan les voy a resumir un poco, desde niña me han encantado los animales pues crecí rodeada de vacas, cerdos, chivos, gallinas, pavos, patos,caballos loros, perros y gatos de todos aprendí algo.
Un día un amigo de mi papa me regalo un perro muy bonito y sus palabras fueron el te cuidara y a todos lados a donde vayas llévalo y así lo hacia, el día que lo deje en casa el se salio por la ventana y me imagino buscando mi olor cruzó la calle y lo atropellaron cuando mi hermano me dio la noticia salí corriendo tenía 10 años recuerdo que al verlo lo cargue y lo lleve a casa tenia el corazón roto lo lloré mucho y sentía que era mi culpa por haberle dejado en casa, ahí aprendí que a los perros no les hace falta hablar para demostrarte su amor incondicional, le dije a mi papa que no quería más perros porque ese dolor me hizo sentir muy mal y el entendió y me dijo esta bien hija ya déjalo ir el volverá en otro animalito cuando estés preparada yo sé lo que te digo.
Al pasar de los años mis padres decidieron separarse y nos mudamos del pueblo (Chirgua Edo.Carabobo) a la ciudad de Caracas y comenzamos de cero nuevamente.
Me hice mujer y a mis 36 años me mude a donde actualmente vivimos mi esposo y yo, para mi sorpresa es que hay una señora proteccionista de animales en esta zona y alimenta frente a mi casa una cantidad de gatos que cuando vi cuántos eran dije usted se ha ganado el cielo por esta bella labor que hace.
Hablé con mi esposo y le comenté que me gustaría que adoptaramos un gato pero desde bebe para enseñarle desde pequeño a hacer sus necesidades y a ser un gato de casa, él me preguntó si estaba segura de adoptar al gato y le dije que sí, me sentía muy emocionada por la decisión.
Al principio creía que seria una siamesa pero al ver un gato gordito amarillo me enamore sentí que fue amor a primera vista y es ahí donde sentí que ambos nos elegimos, el muy arisco estaba sucio bueno venia de un refugio donde tenia que sobrevivir, tenia hongo en las patas y en sus orejas pero nada de eso me importaba lo que deseaba era tenerlo y así fue varios días me lo lleve a casa de a ratos para que se fuera acostumbrando pero no quería era estar escondido estaba asustadito siempre, un día en la tarde fuimos a llevarlo al veterinario y todo estaba en perfecto estado , buen peso, lo desparacitaron , corte de uñas y al llegar a casa lo bañe para que se viera mejor y así fue como le dimos la bienvenida a Russo Rodriguez a nuestro hogar.
A los 3 meses notamos que él no podía hacer popo pujaba mucho y no le salía nada así lo vimos por 3 días a pesar de estimularlo él no podía hacer nada procedí a llevarlo al veterinario y para nuestra sorpresa el tenia una obstrucción intestinal fuerte era muy grande lo que tenía en su pancita, el doctor me dice hay que operarlo porque sino él podría morir hicieron la operación ahí mismo de emergencia y al terminar me mostraron lo que sacaron de sus intestinos, le indicaron medicamentos y le dejaron una vía en su pata para poder hidratarlo más dieta líquida por una semana para que su intestino pudiera sanas ya que la parte donde estaba obstruido se retiró.
Pasaron los días y nos tocó llevarlo a un chequeo a la semana él había reaccionado muy bien a su operación y a su dieta le encantaba el paté de hígado y su crema de calabaza con pollo así fue su alimentación por el resto de su vida porque no le gustaban las pepitas o la gatarina comía muy poco de eso su alimentación fue muy sana, el aprendió hacer popo y pipi en su cajita de arena desde el día uno que se quedo en casa, fue un gato muy feliz en su niñez creció muy bello y sano desde su operación.
La energía que él le dio a nuestro hogar fue única era tierno aunque creo que el amaba mas a mi esposo y yo era su mascota y quien lo alimentaba jajajaja, un gato de casa en pocas ocasiones lo deje salir y atenta a que no le pasara nada, le encantaba estar con otros gatos y al ir a casa le limpiaba sus patas rosadas y sin callos eran muy bellas.
Russo llegó a nuestras vidas para llenarla de magia, de amor, de responsabilidad, a donde viajamos nos llevábamos al gato cargado y el era muy obediente se portaba excelente, amoroso, explorador le gustaba conocer lugares porque olía todo y caminaba así de a poco viendo todo el panorama.
Nunca durmió de noche a mi lado por eso digo que mi esposo era su amor y su amo yo solo era para su compañera de casa y su amor para conmigo aunque me llenaba de amor era bonito a su manera yo lo amaba muchísimo ciertamente el lleno mi vida de ternura y amor, al castrarlo se portó muy bien fue rapidito y se mejoró tan rápido.
Cuando Russo tenía año y medio lo note que solo quería dormir no comía, no bebía agua y llame al veterinario me pidió que lo observara y recordé que el día anterior la señora que me lo dio en adopción le dio una sardina cruda y por la mañana hizo popo negro y piche y eso me alerto le comente eso al medico y dure observándolo 3 días cuando vi que ya no había mejora y ya ni con la inyectadora quería beber nada el doctor me dijo que tenia mala indigestión y tenia fiebre me dijo que posiblemente la sardina estaría mala, no me convenció su teoría y termine yendo a su primer doctor ya Russo estaba jadeando respiraba mal y no tenia ganas de nada sus ojos estaban hundidos y yo me sentía de lo peor muy triste.
El doctor me pidió que le hiciera unos exámenes de sangre y una placa con contraste de diferente vista para poder evaluarlo, fuimos hacerle todos los exámenes con el encima de una almohada le pedía a Dios que le ayudara que mi gato se salvara ya que no sabíamos que tenia y mientras me daban los resultados me lo lleve a casa mi esposo no estaba estaba de guardia ese día ya que es paramédico.
El doctor me le dejo una vía en su pata para colocarle suero al llegar a casa y así lo hice le puse suero 30 minutos y lo mantuve acostado porque el no tenia ni ganas de levantarse pero en un momento lo que si note es que el busco de pararse para esconderse detrás del sofá y antes había leído que ellos cuando saben que van a morir no quieren que sus amos los vean y yo cada vez más angustiada estaba ciertamente desesperada.
Se levantó del rincón y al momento comenzó a convulsionar por unos segundos fue un momento bastante angustiante para mi por estar sola sin saber que hacer pero recordé de mis cursos de primeros auxilios comencé a darle masajes en el pecho y a darle respiración en su hocico volvió en sí, llamé a mi esposo desesperada en ese momento volvió a convulsionar o era un paro respiratorio la verdad no lo se, lo único que si se es que fue un momento muy doloroso y que escribiendo esto revivo todo me duele que no puede salvarle la vida a mi gato.
Viví mi proceso de duelo como todo unos días muy tristes hasta que lo deje partir tranquilo agradeciendo su bella compañía y energía para con nosotros un año y 8 meses donde aprendimos a ser padres de un bebe gatuno.
Ahora les cuento que Dios sabe tanto lo que hace dos semana de Russo irse abandonaron a una gata con dos bebés acá y a los días nos dimos cuenta de que ella había ocultado a uno de sus bebés en una mata de plátanos que hay en el jardín de la casa y el otro bebe lo habían encontrado antes y lo habían metido al refugio de gatos a los días se lo mostramos y ella lo desconoce, extraño que ella era mestiza una gatita pequeña de contextura media, amarillita con la nariz chata como si fuera una liga entre angora y mestiza, ella al ser abandonada en esta zona ella lloraba buscando tanto buscando a sus hijos yo la deje entrar y se hizo amiga de Russo ellos jugaban a olerse al escondite, se perseguían por toda la casa.
Ruso muere y ella a quien le llamábamos gruñita porque era muy gruñona queda entrando a la casa pero sigue siendo arisca con nosotros y cuando nos dimos cuenta su bebe ya estaba grande y andaba saliendo a la calle buscando peligro y el mejor amiga de mi esposo se enamoró de su bebe y nos pidió que lo tuviéramos en casa mientras se domesticaba y así lo hicimos le cuidamos hasta que pudieron llevárselo, ese día ella fue a comer a donde los alimentaban y al volver se habían llevado a su bebe, ella lo busco ,lo lloro y buscaba su olor por todos lados cosa que me dio mucho pesar porque vi su sufrimiento ella fue una excelente madre era muy cuidadosa con su bebe.
A los 7 días ella entro en celo y los gatos de la calle comenzaron a rondar la casa por su olor y al pasar el celo se llevó hacerle la esterilización, gracias a Dios todo salio bien ella se recuperó bien la cuidamos mucho para que eso fuese así, pasó el tiempo y cuando me di cuenta ella estaba muy instalada en la casa dormía conmigo y a veces solo a veces con mi esposo era muy pero muy pegada conmigo y eso fue aligerando la pérdida de Russo claro ninguno es como él pero ella era distinta su alimentación sana como era para con Russo pero ella nunca se acostumbro de hace popo y pipi y la arena veía la cajita de arena y se acostaba a dormir jajajajaja era extraño pero nunca lo hizo.
La magia de esa niña gatuna era una cosa impresionante todos tenían que decir de ella porque era distinta a todos por su nariz tan pequeña sus ojos color ámbar grandes tenía una energia para trepar los árboles muy bella de verdad, pasaba días especiales con nosotros y todos este fin de año cenó con nosotros ella se resguardaba por los sonidos de los fuegos artificiales.
El día lunes 19 de febrero me fui a trabajar en la mañana ya después de darle de comer , bebió agua y me fui y mi esposo la consiguió en el estacionamiento de la casa muerta estaba tiesa y la verdad nos supimos que le pasó, no hubo momento de ayudarle a nada , no tenía espuma en la boca, no había sangre, simplemente estaba acostada sin vida, el me llama y se me descompuso el día totalmente pues uno no se espera esas cosas, yo no esperaba este golpe de nuevo y dije Diosito si había algo malo y ella lo recogió perdóname porque la cuide muy bien siempre y no se que le ocurrió un año y 7 meses con ella ahora nuevamente sola sin mascota, sinceramente no se que debo aprender o porque me ocurren estas cosas, sé que tengo un vacío emocional desde la pérdida de mi hijo grande y que quizás una mascota no llenara pero eran mis compañeros de hogar, eran mis bebes gatunos y hoy ya no están , que debo aprender? no se que debo asociar con estas pérdidas? tampoco, solo se que me han hecho fuerte pero esto me ha roto el corazón y lo he reconstruido varias veces ya.
Me dijeron que los gatos llegan a la vida de las personas porque tienen una misión y creo que los tres han venido a cuidarme, a amarme y a enseñarme y si me están librando de cosas malas, de maldad y de cosas que no son afectos a Dios les agradezco que hayan dado su vida por mi, y si de verdad ellos reencarnan que reencarnen rápido y los tendría a los tres de nuevo, me siento muy triste por mis pérdidas que trago tan amargo.
Ahora les pregunto a ustedes que han hecho cuando se les han muerto su perro o en este caso sus gatos, sus mascotas necesito saber como saber manejar esta situación que sentimentalmente me tiene fracturada.
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Caracas Venezuela
^traductor Deepl.
The pain of an unexpected death!!!
In this opportunity I dedicate myself to write from the deep pain that my pets have left me, so that you understand me I will summarize a little, since childhood I have loved animals because I grew up surrounded by cows, pigs, goats, chickens, turkeys, ducks, horses, parrots, dogs and cats of all I learned something.
One day a friend of my dad's gave me a very nice dog and his words were he will take care of you and everywhere you go take him and he did, the day I left him at home he went out the window and I imagine looking for my smell he crossed the street and got run over when my brother told me the news I ran out I was 10 years old I remember when I saw him I carried him and took him home I was heartbroken I cried a lot and felt it was my fault for having left him at home, I told my dad that I didn't want any more dogs because that pain made me feel very bad and he understood and told me it was ok daughter, let him go, he will come back in another animal when you are ready, I know what I am telling you.
As the years went by my parents decided to separate and we moved from the town (Chirgua, Carabobo State) to the city of Caracas and we started from scratch again.
I became a woman and at 36 years old I moved to where my husband and I currently live, to my surprise is that there is a lady animal protectionist in this area and feeds in front of my house a number of cats that when I saw how many there were I said you have earned heaven for this beautiful work you do.
I talked to my husband and told him that I would like to adopt a cat but as a baby to teach him to do his business and to be a house cat, he asked me if I was sure to adopt the cat and I said yes, I was very excited about the decision.
At first I thought it would be a Siamese but when I saw a chubby yellow cat I fell in love, I felt it was love at first sight and that is where I felt that we both chose each other, he was very surly, he was dirty, he came from a shelter where he had to survive, he had fungus in his paws and ears but none of that mattered to me what I wanted was to have him and so it was several days I took him home from time to time to get used to him but he did not want to be hidden, he was always scared, One day in the afternoon we went to take him to the vet and everything was in perfect condition, good weight, they deworm him, cut his nails and when we got home I bathed him to make him look better and that's how we welcomed Russo Rodriguez to our home.
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At 3 months old we noticed that he couldn't poop, he was pushing a lot and nothing was coming out, so we watched him for 3 days despite stimulating him, he couldn't do anything, so I took him to the vet and to our surprise he had a strong intestinal obstruction, it was very big in his tummy, The doctor told me he had to be operated because if not he could die, they did the operation right there in emergency and when they finished they showed me what they took out of his intestines, they gave him medicines and left a line in his paw to hydrate him plus a liquid diet for a week so that his intestine could heal since the part where it was obstructed was removed.
Days went by and we had to take him for a check up a week later he had reacted very well to his operation and his diet he loved liver pate and pumpkin cream with chicken, that was his diet for the rest of his life because he did not like nuggets or catnip he ate very little of that, his diet was very healthy, he learned to poop and pee in his litter box from day one that he stayed at home, he was a very happy cat in his childhood he grew up very beautiful and healthy since his operation.
The energy he gave to our home was unique, he was tender although I think he loved my husband more and I was his pet and the one who fed him hahahaha, a house cat in few occasions I let him out and I was very careful to make sure nothing happened to him, he loved to be with other cats and when he went home I cleaned his pink paws and without calluses they were very beautiful.
Russo came into our lives to fill it with magic, love, responsibility, wherever we traveled we took the cat loaded and he was very obedient, he behaved excellent, loving, explorer, he liked to know places because he smelled everything and walked like that little by little seeing the whole panorama.
He never slept at night by my side, that's why I say that my husband was his love and his master, I was only for his house companion and his love for me, although he filled me with love, he was beautiful in his own way, I loved him very much, he certainly filled my life with tenderness and love, when he was neutered he behaved very well, it was very fast and he got better so fast.
When Russo was a year and a half old I noticed that he only wanted to sleep, he didn't eat, He did not drink water and I called the vet and he asked me to observe him and I remembered that the day before the lady who gave him to me in adoption gave him a raw sardine and in the morning he made black poop and piche and that alerted me. I told that to the doctor and I observed him for 3 days when I saw that there was no improvement and even with the injector he did not want to drink anything, the doctor told me that he had bad indigestion and he had fever, he told me that possibly the sardine was bad, I was not convinced by his theory and I ended up going to his first doctor and Russo was panting, breathing badly and did not feel like anything, his eyes were sunken and I felt the worst, very sad.
The doctor asked me to do some blood tests and an x-ray with contrast of different eyesight to evaluate him, we went to do all the tests with him on a pillow and I asked God to help him to save my cat because we did not know what he had and while they gave me the results I took him home, my husband was not on duty that day because he is a paramedic.
The doctor left an IV in his paw so I could put some saline in his leg when I got home and so I did and I gave him saline for 30 minutes and kept him lying down because he didn't even want to get up but at one point what I did notice was that he tried to get up to hide behind the couch and I had read before that when they know they are going to die they don't want their owners to see them and I was more and more anguished and I was certainly desperate.
He got up from the corner and immediately began to convulse for a few seconds was a very distressing moment for me for being alone without knowing what to do but I remembered from my first aid courses I began to massage his chest and give him breathing in his snout came to, I called my husband desperate at that time again convulsed or was a respiratory arrest the truth I do not know, the only thing I do know is that it was a very painful moment and that writing this I relive everything hurts me that can not save the life of my cat.
I lived my mourning process as all a few very sad days until I let him go quietly thanking his beautiful company and energy for us a year and 8 months where we learned to be parents of a baby cat.
Now I tell you that God knows so much that two weeks ago Russo left a cat with two babies here and a few days later we realized that she had hidden one of her babies in a bunch of banana trees in the garden of the house and the other baby had been found before and had been taken to the cat shelter a few days later we showed it to her and she did not know about it, strange that she was a mestizo, a small kitten of medium build, yellowish with a flat nose as if she was a mix between angaro and mestizo, when she was abandoned in this area she cried looking for her children, I let her in and she became friends with Russo, they played hide and seek, they chased each other all over the house.
Ruso died and she who we called grumpy because she was very grumpy stayed in the house but she continued to be surly with us and when we realized her baby was already big and was going out in the street looking for danger and my husband's best friend fell in love with her baby and asked us to keep him at home while he was tamed and so we took care of him until they could take him away, That day she went to eat where they were feeding them and when she came back they had taken her baby, she looked for him, cried for him and looked for his scent everywhere which made me very sad because I saw her suffering, she was an excellent mother, she was very careful with her baby.
After 7 days she went into heat and the cats from the street began to prowl the house because of her smell and when she went into heat she had to be sterilized, thank God everything went well, she recovered well, we took good care of her so that it would be like that, Time passed and when I realized she was very settled in the house she slept with me and sometimes only sometimes with my husband she was very but very attached to me and that was lightening the loss of Russo of course none is like him but she was different her healthy food as it was for Russo but she never got used to poop and pee and the sand she saw the litter box and lay down to sleep hahahahahaha it was strange but she never did.
The magic of that little cat girl was an impressive thing everyone had to say about her because she was different from everyone because her nose was so small her big amber eyes had an energy to climb trees very beautiful indeed, she spent special days with us and this year end she had dinner with us and she was sheltered by the sounds of the fireworks.
On Monday February 19 I went to work in the morning and after feeding her, she drank water and I left and my husband found her in the parking lot of the house dead, she was stiff and the truth is we did not know what happened to her, there was no time to help her, she had no foam at the mouth, there was no blood, she was just lying lifeless, he called me and my day was totally ruined because one does not expect these things, I did not expect this blow again and I said God if there was something wrong and she picked it up forgive me because I took care of her very well always and I do not know what happened to her a year and 7 months with her now again alone without a pet, I honestly do not know what I should learn or why these things happen to me, I know I have an emotional void since the loss of my big son and that maybe a pet will not fill but they were my housemates, they were my cat babies and today they are gone, what should I learn? I don't know what I should associate with these losses...either, I just know they have made me strong but this has broken my heart and I have rebuilt it several times already.
I was told that cats come into people's lives because they have a mission and I believe that the three of them have come to take care of me, to love me and to teach me and if they are freeing me from bad things, evil and things that are not dear to God I thank them for giving their lives for me, and if they really reincarnate they reincarnate quickly and I would have the three of them again, I feel very sad for my losses, what a bitter pill to swallow.
Now I ask you, what have you done when your dog or in this case your cats have died, your pets, I need to know how to handle this situation that has fractured me sentimentally.
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Photographs taken by my own lens
Caracas Venezuela
^translator Deepl.
