A tragic and odd incident happened yesterday. I was standing outside on the basement floor of our house talking on the phone when I suddenly heard a huge thud sound coming from behind, like something heavy got hit with big impact. When I looked back there was a cat laying on the ground next to a wall, a street cat had fell from the house beside us that was under-construction.
I can only assume it slipped, it didn’t jump because the cat was too close to the wall, and I don’t think someone was cruel enough to throw the cat two or three floors down to its’ imminent death. The cat suffered from internal bleeding and lung emphysema as a result of the fall but wasn’t dead, it was making weird sounds, probably breathing out its last painful minutes.
When the cat was approached, he stood up and moved like nothing was wrong with him. Only minutes later he laid down next to the flowers and passed away peacefully, blood started flowing on the ground. What was more unbearable was when his brother came and saw him like that, he put his paws on his dead brothers body thinking he was going to wake up.
I learnt two things from this sad experience, I thought cats were flawless when it came to balancing their bodies in narrow and high locations and I was wrong. Never letting my cat close to risky high areas, like the cat at the balcony. The second thing I learnt effected me directly. We always feel we’re immortal until we reach 50 or 60 years of age then start thinking about death, and to me, that was a wake up call.
That at any moment, death can strike anyone, it has no age-limit. Live life knowing if at any moment your life is taken from you, you were happy with what you achieved in life, to me that has a lot to do with God’s acceptance.
Rest in peace buddy.