On March 6, 2020, it had been 48 days since I separated from my beloved cat, Milk. Every day, I am immersed in deep yearning for it. Looking back on January 22, which was the day before Wuhan was locked down, the company had a holiday. I had everything well – prepared and planned to take Milk back to my hometown for the Spring Festival after work. However, a friend was worried that it might be troublesome to take a cat on the highway. In such a helpless situation, I had to make a last – minute decision to entrust Milk to a colleague, a young lady.
March 2 was Milk’s first birthday. To my relief and a bit of disappointment, this silly cat was having a great time at someone else’s home. It even gained a lot of weight. The colleague, the young lady, took good care of it every day, provided it with delicious food, and there was someone to play with it 24 hours a day. It seemed that it had already completely forgotten about me and my friend. Whenever I think of this, my heart feels sour and I have an urge to cry. Now, I can only rely on the photos and videos I took before to soothe my longing for it, as if this way I can feel its warmth and cuteness again.
Time goes back to October 12, 2019. At that time, Milk, who was 7 months and 10 days old, underwent a sterilization operation. I still remember when I took it to the hospital by bus. It had no idea what “cruel” thing it was about to face. During the pre – operation physical examination, all of Milk’s indicators were normal. At that moment, I was extremely relieved because my Milk is a very healthy cat.
When it was time to draw blood, Milk looked at me with a pitiful expression, as if telling me its unease and fear. In fact, from the moment I decided to take Milk for the operation, my heart was filled with sadness. I felt sorry for the pain it was about to endure. Later, when the doctor told us that one of Milk’s testicles was in the abdominal cavity, that is, it had a cryptorchidism, which meant that it was doomed not to be able to be a father in its life. Somehow, after hearing this news, the burden in my heart was suddenly relieved a lot. I even couldn’t help laughing, thinking that this operation must be done to ensure its health.
My love for Milk really grows day by day. Milk is a kind – hearted boy at heart. Usually, it is lively and naughty at home, and even resists grooming. But in the hospital, from weighing to blood tests and then to the operation, it cooperated with the doctor throughout the whole process and didn’t make a sound. After the operation, when it hadn’t fully woken up, because of the pain in the wound and not recognizing me as its owner, out of animal instinct, it resisted our touch and hugs very much. Once, it broke free from control accidentally and ran wildly at home. Its speed was so fast that we couldn’t catch up with it. Its expression looked fierce, with its claws and teeth exposed. However, when I summoned up my courage to hold it in my arms again and gently stroked its head, a miracle happened. It slowly calmed down and neither bit nor scratched me. At that moment, I deeply felt its trust and dependence on me, even though it was still in a daze and in pain.
Every moment spent with Milk has become the most precious memory in my life. Although we are temporarily separated now, I believe that one day, we will meet again and continue to create more beautiful memories together. I am looking forward to that day and also hope that Milk can live a healthy and happy life with the colleague, the young lady, all the time.
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