Hard times

Part of me still wants to sit there, on the row of empty chairs at the corner of the crematorium; because when all things are said or done, I won’t have that mound of dirt where I can see Rexie, or Kaitou, or Renoir, Picassa, Koge Pan, Kansai, and many more line up of angels with whiskers up there.

Twelve years is not a short life, in fact, it’s a lifetime; and having that lifetime taken leaves a hole that will not refill overnight.

Many told me: healing comes with time, so take mine.
But should I?

It’s Wednesday today, and the cat food bin is empty. We raised only USD 50 while we need USD 600 every week to keep the sanctuary alive.

So comes the other part of me taking over. The part of me that kills the other part and straightens me up, see me wipe my tears, brush my swollen eyes, and walk to my responsibility. Mourning is for another day.

But where do I start, if not the Syndicate of my whiskers? Where do I turn to, if not the people who make things happen for all these cats, who now have better chance in life because of their touch of miracles?
I hope that someone is listening, that someone is sharing, and that the sharing vibrates, and eventually someone is responding. I hope that there is still a little bit left for us. I hope that the many stories that we bring together into a better chapter will not end so soon.

I hope that the sanctuary can still live.

~ 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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