princess tam tam

upon seeing her, tears started to stream down my face.she was barely alive, she was mustering all her strength just to look at me with that sollen, red rimmed eyes.i called her behind the hedges.calling all i might, cause i know ive been waiting too long to see her.i dont really mind that 12 hours of bumpy road, coz i just know i want to see her badly.she didn't even pour, she nudged a bit, maybe the feeling of wetness of the cloth faten placed under her.yeah, it was just typical me, so emotional, so full of over dramatic act.but how cud u not crying when u see her like that.the food, the mouldy looking food was not even touched.i pattted her on the head, realizing i was patting a partly bone that fur.she was so bony, so skinny.and yet, she was restless, she was doin anything she cud to stay alive. i know she knew we wanted her to live.she started to breath again, even with the nose congested with reddish substance, presumably blood.her paws fagile, there were even patches of blood on the fur.but aten was so keen of taking care of her, and my dad, since the last 2 kittens cudnt make it.he cried.i knew my dad would cry even for a cat.he got soft heart.
and even i am here, sitting on the comfy chair in the office, there are still vivid, placid pictures of my princess, hoping to get a new hope of life.