The story of the evil cat. . .

Old sick evil cat. . .

A simple little story gave an impulse to think. . .

My mom has a cat, Sarah. I must say that in my parental family and in the families of my grandparents, cats have always lived. And before Sarah, a Burmese beauty with a heavy character, the Siamese Lesya lived in our house for 19 years. There are two cats in my family now.

But it's not about them. . .

Sarah is already old and sick, she is ill and hurt, and her character was formed by other people who were not as kind to her as my mother. It goes from love to hate in milliseconds, and it is impossible to know when and why it will bite you.





It is impossible to attribute everything to her heavy character, a psychologist. .

So that's what I'm saying.

I came to my mother today and saw Sarah in a box, curled up in a ball and with eyes full of pain and suffering. She couldn't even greet me on the doorstep, which she used to do before. She became terribly sorry, and the very first impulse was to pet, to regret. . .And then I remembered how she could react to it, and my wish passed, there was regret. . .

This incident evoked in me parallels, associations with people who are so angry that the natural desire of loved ones, or even distant ones, to sympathize with them is broken by the idea of consequences. I want to tell everyone, including myself. If you really need compassion and help, let’s accept it with gratitude. Do not scare away kindness with your too formidable and serious appearance. And those who want to be kind to you will be much more.

P.S. Sarah was buried today. She had cancer with metastases throughout her body. Very sad. published



Author: Kolobovska Lyudmila


P.S. And remember, just by changing our consciousness - together we change the world!

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