It was November the 15th. I remember it clearly. My mom had screamed at me, because i woke her up – I had a really bad ache in my chest that night and was even crying.
Without a word i went back to my room – and to my misfortune, that night it was to much. With the sharp knife in one hand, tears in my eyes, a bottle full of wine and painkillers on the table – probably mixed with some antidepressants – i sat on my bed. I was ready to leave – and ready to make the first cut. If my cat hadn’t meowed at the red – white liquid dropping to the floor – being made of my blood that was dripping down my left arm and tears – and hadn’t she caught my attention making me look at her. I think that would have been the night. I hated myself so much for not closing the door correctly allowing her to get in – allowing her to see it. A part of me just hated myself, for allowing her to safe me – for making me want to live again – even for a brief moment.
And that night i asked myself, laying in bed at 3 am with my cat in the bandaged left arm, how many pets must have saved people.
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Thank you for this post. Animals are the only good thing left in the world. And plants. Everything except humans lol. I was also saved by a pet but I’ve never told anyone because no one would understand
What a cat, she saved the day. Pets have a sixth sense of knowing when their owner is in danger as this story illustrates.
The bond between human and pet is sacred and without parallel, imo. Thanks for posting your experience, it must’ve been difficult to live this…without even knowing it, I’m sure many pets have saved many lives. Cats rule.
I needed to read this, what a reminider that there are good things, thinggs that in this forgettable throwaway life, are actually worth remembering, worth even living for.
Bitter and hellish though your experience was, thank you, and I wish you a brighter path with the kitty at your side.