I don't know why I'm writing this here because I'm usually not the type of guy who bothers other people with his problems, I just feel like I can't handle this situation inside me anymore and wanted to share.
About 3 years ago me and my wife heard a kitten crying outside our apartment but we didn't payed much attention because we already had 2 cats and the idea of bringing in another one was kinda crazy. The crying didn't stop for 3 whole days... and it seemed like the cat was stuck in a car because when that car would leave the crying would stop.
On the third day I decided we must investigate, what we found was about a 2 month old kitten whom we bribed to come out with a piece of salami. My wife took him and held him while we went back up to our apartment. While we were going up in the elevator I looked at him and saw 2 brilliant soulful diamond eyes looking back at me. The most innocent and soulful look I have ever seen in an "animal".
This kitten grew up to be the most loving creature we have ever experienced. We had many pets in our lives but not a single one was literally radiating love, affection and gratitude like he did. His soulful stare was one of his main quality... I simply can't explain it but you could see a soul in him, he was present and he made it known. He would always come to us and just cuddle with his nose right into our face looking straight in the eyes as if saying "thank you". Every room he entered would just fill up with an energy full of life and light. We weren't imagining these things because everyone who saw him felt the same things.
A little over a month ago he got a urinary blockage early in the morning, his scream of pain woke us up... we rushed to the vet immediately
In terms of health he was very strong and big, he wasn't over weight, he was just massive at almost 8kg. he used to eat A LOT, and also go to the toilet quite often, he would always produce 3 times the amount of waste our other 2 cats did so we never could spot any immediate change in his behavior even tough we did kinda feel like something is off 3 days prior to the whole thing. He did had an issue where any small injury would make him swell up and have a bad case of inflammation so we were very careful with him in general. he was very pampered.
Needless to say we spared nothing for him as if he was our son... his medical bill went up to the equivalent of about 6 thousand US dollars with all of the hospitalization and medication but nothing seemed to work. He got a very bad inflammation as we feared and things just kept spiraling down hill. He was very weak and suffering, any surgical operation would end him and we had to make a decision to put him down... I've held him at his last moments with an overwhelming feeling of injustice. The pain of losing him was immense.
Even after we buried him, a week later we came to his grave just to find out some wild animal went through the hassle of digging him up and eating the remains. the feeling of injustice keeps following me all the time.
What happened with him seemed to teach me a lot about love and compassion but also pure hatred for "god", And I'm not the spiritual type... I'm very much into science and facts, but even science keeps pointing back to the conclusion that a "creator" of sort must exist otherwise existence makes no scientific sense. and most of all, this "creator" is definitely malevolent or at least doesn't seem to care about resolving suffering in a meaningful way where a conscious observer would make ethical sense of it.
Any way... I hope I didn't waste your time reading this.
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