I wished I had my own cat. Then a day after, came this miserable kitten. It was November 21. Someone might threw her away the night before. She looked like a koala with her dark-coloured nose, spontaneously I called her Qoalla Qummall (read: koala kumal), the miserable koala. When we went to vets clinic, they said it is a mixed-Himalayan cat full of disease in her whole body so I need to treat her much more carefully. They warned me I might have some allergy too. I'd rather pet the local kind, but it didn't matter now since she's so sick and need somebody to care for her, I thought. Besides, I've fallen for her since I knew her wandering around crying like a baby in around my boarding house. . Never had a kitten before. All cats I pet are an adult ones and I pet them with other friends. So I needed some adjustment and a lot to learn. It's been a week, only a week, she's living with me. By the time stormy days in this city was over, it was also the end of my story being with her. November 30. I cried burying her because I felt I was still a bad caretaker and cried even harder after, for I regret being a bit mad at her in her almost last hours, just because toilet training her was so difficult and I got more and more itchy recently. . I failed, let's say, but I should realise, God has taught me many things through her. Patience in raising a little one, being responsible for other's living cost not just mine, loving through actions not just words, caring whole-heartedly, controlling my anger, sacrificing myself for somebody else, and again... letting go, the hardest part as always. . 😿 Qoalla, thanks for teaching me how to be caring and loving mom. See you in here after, I've missed you already. If you see Apong there, send my love to him too. #kontemplasihati #DR20171130