Never in my entire life did I ever imagine of becoming a catlover and a furmom. Until one ordinary day, came home from work,drained, and longing for comfort. Not in the form of music, food, or even a person. But a presence, a quiet form of company that would simply exist beside me. It was this craving for companionship that led me to an impulsive decision: I was going to adopt a kitten, a white kitten to be specific.
Relationship doesnt start with instant closeness, ours was not an exemption. Murtea’s first night wasn’t what i hoped for. Instead he tucked himself under the sofa, away from my reach. It was a clear sign that he didnt trust me yet. So I simply left him a bowl of milk and another of water, in case he got hungry and went upstairs to sleep.
In the days that followed, Murtea began exploring, trusting, and finally, loving. He learned how to climb stairs and became my early morning alarm, waking me up with a loud meows as if he was dying of hunger. He wouldnt stop and gave soft bites in between if I took too long preparing his food.
Murtea was more than just a pet to me. He was my happy pill. He became the reason to rush home every day. Watching him play and sit by the window. He was my quiet support system that gave me reason to smile after a long tiring day.
My boyfriend that time who is my husband now slowly but surely loving him also. Calling himself from uncle to step dad and eventually became a full dad of Murtea, who accompanied him every vet visits. He was the one making sure that Murtea was okay when I am at work.
But sometimes, life has its painful turns. While Murtea was enjoying the outside view of our house, a neighbor’s dog attacked him. It was a total nightmare. We rushed him to the vet and did everything we could just to save him. He underwent several operations. It was heatbreaking but Murtea was a strong boy - our brave little warrior.
I brought him with me to the province hoping that a change of pace, air, and environment can lengthen his life. But fate had another plan. In the quiet dawn, Murtea left us forever with broken hearts. If only I could do something just to bring him back. I was blaming myself for what happened and cried so many tears.
The pain and the memories of him were always there lingering. He was the missing piece of myself that I will no longer find in this lifetime.
To our Murtea boy, wherever your are right now, run free, no more pain. You were the reason we have Wednesday now. He was your baby brother but always know that you were our first love. I hope and pray that someday we will meet in the rainbow bridge and cross it together. 🤍