Posted 3 years ago by
My daughter loves animals...of all sort. We even had pet snakes, fishes, love birds, pigeons, dogs, cats, talking mynas ( For those endangered species, I even had to go through legal papers for them.)But Figaro was special.
She was our neighbor's cat, but neglected. So we started feeding her and ask her owner if we can keep her. Of course, she said yes.
She was just a kitten. A very sweet one.. We even trained her not to go up the table, or make a mess in our house. She loves climbing up to me when I am sitting in our sofa, and also to my daughter's. She loves it when we hug or caress her.
In weekdays, we have to leave her. My daughter is only in Kindergarten and I have to go to work. She used to stay on a small shack beside our house whenever we are not around and waits for us in the afternoon.
Last Monday, March 16, Figaro was acting weird. She doesn't want to leave our bed. (She usually wakes my daughter every morning.) She didn't eat her food. She even followed us. We had to ask our neighbor to carry her back to our house, because she doesn't want to be left behind that day. I thought she just missed us.
We came home late, we had to buy some groceries. I actually felt weird that Figaro wasn't around. My daughter automatically looked for her. She came back sad, she said Figaro was dead. Her playmate said she accidentally drank a poisoned juice. One of our neighbors had chicken & chicks that was eaten by rats.
I went out to investigate, because I know Figaro doesn't like juice.
Her playmate's family told me the truth. They meant to lie to my daughter that it was an accident for her not to get mad.
The truth was: Figaro was hit by a big stick. She even tried going home to us. She died trying. It was the other neighbor(brother of the one who owns the chicken). He even boasted that he killed a cat! It made me mad, but stayed silent for my daughter not to know the truth. I almost cried when they told me the truth.
Maybe it was my imagination, because that night and the night after, I would feel Figaro jumping on the sofa. I even saw her on the corner of my eyes. When I was in the kitchen I would feel Figaro on my feet... My daughter even said that she had a dream , Figaro was playing with her and then she left. But before she left, she kissed her on the face. Even this morning, the door slightly opened, the way Figaro usually opens it.We miss her.