Day after day, Patti takes her time, putting one paw in front of the other, toward the good old days.
Though it’s living on the dusty road and scavenge rubbish, foul and rotten, it’s the world she knows.
She has the same sun above, she looks at the same moon. If she knows how, just like us, she would whisper to the same stars.
What remains of that fateful day, when traces of what should be “advanced civilization” robbed her of her already uncertain future, was her sheer will; sheer hope.
Hope that brings her the power to her efforts, will that moves her to her food bowl, no matter how many times she ended up diving into her food; no matter how many times she plunged into her water bowl. Humiliation only polished that hope, brighter and brighter.
It was also that hope that shines in her eyes so much, that it transcends the language barrier. One glint in the eye and we relate to her. That she feels comfortable, that she is hungry, that she was in pain even though we tried our best to be gentle as we move her around for the X Rays.
My vet very kindly used a container cover, so she can lay comfortably as we carry her into the exam room, like the ladies and princesses in the stories of Scheherazade. She inflates a special pillow so Patti does not have to the endure cold, hard table during radiology. My vet tech even carried her back, like queen of the queen on her palanquin.
Patti’s eyes glimmer with amusement and gladness; we all need the laugh.
The car that crushed her broke her spine in two places. It must be her virtues that she was lucky enough, because the broken spine only calls for her long, beautifully ombre tail to be removed.
The unfortunate part is that one bone segment, where the spine had been crushed, is now swollen. We have procured a prescription to help her handle the swelling, so her spine surgery can be done as soon as possible.
That her injury is no longer life threatening, is like watching the rising sun. Bright, and hopeful.
That we have not yet secured the means to ensure her treatment until the surgery can be done, brought that rising sun far away to the horizon.
Giving Patti back her life is so close yet so far, and though we know she will be there, we cannot be sure whether we will be there in time or how.
That hope, those gleaming eyes, that sheer will to live, is now in our hands. Patti had entrusted her only light upon us, and it is up to us whether to carry that dream into the morning sky she used to enjoy, or ignore her stretched out paw and leave her in the dark until her life whither.
I rest my prayers where I kneel, now I will embrace that stretched out paws and lift her up with all I have.
What is your call?