Following up on Bumpy’s story …
His eyes are sore for the many bumps around his eyelid, and he has difficulties keeping his eye open. Every one of his legs are swollen so he slowed down considerably, and sometimes too lazy to go to the litter box because it’s too painful for him to make the journey he used to make all this time.
At the beginning of his diagnosis, our kitty ambulance vet had prescribed five days of anti inflammation and analgesic medicine for him. Anti inflammation is commonly used by medical practitioner to slow down tumors and reduce pain while the patient is prepared for the next step; whether it is chemo, radiation, or surgery.
Bumpy had his medicine for four days now, and while he does not seem to be immediately nor substantially better, he feels less pain, and some of the bumps on his ears starts to dry. The bumps on his temples are still wet, but at least these past few days there are no new bumps in the area. Bumpy will have to have another dose of his anti inflammation medicine tomorrow, but then, that’s it. He cannot have that prescription more than five days.
It means, if we are to help him give his last chance, we will have to start on Monday, but only if we have sufficient fund to cover his therapy by then.
In our town, most, if not all cats like Bumpy were bought from roadside seller or backyard miller to be cash cow for their owner. Cats like Bumpy are never pets, much less part of the family. They are assets, commodities; and as the trade law mandates, spent the least, to gain the most.
During his life as a product (who happens to be alive) he was never given proper food, nor care, and when life turn for the worse for him, he is nothing but sunken cost as his previous “owner” kicked him out of the only place he knew (no matter how bad that place was), ignorant of his right to live.
We are his last chance, and even more than that, we are the last people he might know alive. We have this one opportunity to turn back all the hell he has been through, and give him the life that he deserves. Even if our gamble fails and he had to lose his fight, we are still the one who will determine whether he would leave this world in tears, grief and suffering, or in peace.
And just in case there is still lingering doubt, please notice that I never use “I”, and I never use “you”. I always use “we” because it’s not me alone, and it shouldn’t be you alone. That is why the proverb “It takes a village” was perpetuated for so long, no one knows where it comes from. It doesn’t matter where that come from though, because we know it’s true. Little rocks build mountain, and mountain is unbeatable.
I would love to see Bumpy open his eyes again. Another syndicate member would love to see Bumpy walks again. Just now, yet another syndicate member sent me a message of encouragement (and financial support) and say she would love to see Bumpy feel the sun again.
What would you love Bumpy do? Let’s make it happen together.
We raised USD 420 out of USD 650 needed to cover Bumpy’s TCM therapy. We need USD 230 by Monday and we will be grateful if you are willing to give Bumpy his last hope: