At long last, she aborted her last baby. Four in all, premature, stillborn.

We hoped that there was another way, a surgery that will spare her the pain of having to lose her babies in blatant consciousness; but she had just crawled out of the pit of anaemia that rendered her powerless, as she tried to survive after her previous home dumped her in the park, with tons and tons of fleas that takes ages to be eradicated.

Our vet said she wouldn’t survive the surgery, so we had to watch her abort her babies naturally.

Life was no longer the same when she was abandoned in the park, and life was no longer the same when she has to fend for herself in open park, when wild dogs and fiercer cats took away her chances, one after another.

Life was no longer the same when she came to us, as I knelt with my arms wide open, one with food, the other with a blanket.

Life was no longer the same when she looked into our eyes, as she aborted her last baby; that look that ripped our heart and crunch it into shreds.

Life was no longer the same since then, as she spent her days looking out of the window, looking for something that we never would know. Life was no longer the sam,e as she slowly withdrew into her shell of loneliness, though she lives among many.

Life was no longer the same, when a young man heard weakened cries of four babies in the box, dumped by the rice field.

Fearing that the kittens will be prey for snake, he took the box, and called for help.

They haven’t opened their eyes, they weren’t even able to stand. They were left in the field wide open, down in the cold night.
They were all sick, and despite our best effort, they were soon dead.

But life was no longer the same for the little one who keeps on crying. Despite enough milk, warm bed, loving hugs, she keeps on crying.

Life was no longer the same when the lonesome mother finally peeked into the shallow of my hand, and took the baby into the depth of her motherly abundance.

Life is no longer the same as the magic called love, heals a mother, and enlivens a baby; both lives stolen by the cruelty of men.

Life is no longer the same when Facebook blocked us and prevent us from raising the fund at the time they need it the most.

But life is no longer the same when your love shines through, and each share, comment and donation overcame the greed of social media and societal ignorance and help them restart their lives, at long last.

So we hope that life will no longer the same, just one more time. Will you help us pushing their life through, so that they can reach their happily ever after?

~ Josie


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Josie And The Whiskers' Syndicate

The first and only cat refuge in Bandung (West Java - Indonesia) a capital breeder of a nation without animal welfare law. We care for Bandung's unwanted animals, operate a TNR as much as our budget allows, and continue to educate people about compassion to animals

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