It was a fateful day in January 2001 that my fuzzy hairball came into our life; scrawny, thin, hungry and just a baby kitty.
She was left behind by a heartless neighbour.
We happened to have kitty biscuits in the house so it was definitely fate playing a huge role in both of our lives. She devoured the biscuits in minutes and wanted more. I should have known then that she was going to change our lives.
I named her Pinky because when we found her, she had a pink ribbon around her neck; after a week without any news from her owner, we decided that she was ours to keep.
During the first two years, Pinky stayed in our porch and came into the house whenever we were home; she was a happy, contented little hairball and slowly she wriggled her way into our home and hearts.
Her favourite past time was swerving between our legs as we came downstairs or went upstairs; she also loved sinking her teeth into our ankles whenever she wanted attention. She must have gotten quite a few taps on her fuzzy butt for this!
My husband has never been much of a cat lover; he grew up without any pets in his life whilst I was always surrounded with pet dogs and cats. Pinky changed him; guess he couldn't resist her big black eyes and angelic face after all.
I'll never forget the day my life changed. It was the 15th of April 2005. Pinky had been vomiting for the past few days and we thought she had a stomach flu. However, as it didn't seem to get better despite medication, we decided to obtain a second consultation from another vet.
The vet suggested taking a blood test to determine the cause of her vomiting. Her results came back that she has kidney failure. To determine whether it was reversible, she had to be immediately put onto IV drips. We admitted her into Animal Medical Centre and she was on IV drips for 3 consecutive days. Her BUN and creatinine levels never went back to a normal level. It was confirmed that Pinky has chronic renal failure; she was born with deformed kidneys and now that the kidney function has been reduced to 30% left, the symptoms have surfaced.
The next few days seemed like many years combined; it was touch and go with Pinky; she was in a very bad state. However, love must have conquered it all and she bounced back; she started eating again and regained her weight.