"A picture is worth a thousand words", but I'll try to do it in no more than 500. For the weekend engagement of Mr. @galenkp
I had been planning to write about this photo for some time, but I didn't know in which community to do it. As it was taken years ago, unfortunately with a low resolution, it is not very interesting for the photographic communities. So I thank him for this opportunity and I say that what is important is the content, not the quality.
My saddest moment
In this black and white image, you can appreciate my dad, also my cat Kiba. I took it a few years ago and every time I look at it my eyes fill with tears.
Fortunately, my 77 year old father is still with me, but I can't say the same for my grandpa Kiba, that's what I used to call him.
Sometimes it becomes difficult to try to explain emotions in a post, perhaps because many will not understand that someone has feelings for an animal, as if it were a human being. So, whoever reads this should let go of prejudices and look beyond.
For me this image represents what I wanted in the past and is gone.
Kiba adored my father, but he threw him away to adopt another pet. Although I adopted him as mine, but he never stopped loving his former owner.
Kiba was the penultimate of a generation that meant exhausting struggles, but that my soul made with love, no matter what I lost. A group of stray cats that I adopted thinking it would change a society, but today little or nothing has changed.
I no longer have the strength of the past and I feel that every day things are getting worse.
Also Kiba passed away last year due to kidney problems, it was not pleasant to have to decide to Euthanize uthanize him.
But in 10 days a silent disease was deteriorating him day by day. He was even the victim of a veterinarian's negligence and the pain of losing him became more intense. I wished the worst on those who did not treat him the right way and I was submissive to those who helped me mitigate his pain, taking his soul with his siblings. I did everything I could to give him a dignified life, but there is always the feeling that I could have given him more.
Now there is only one left, which is the last one that connects me to my true self and that person I wanted to be at some point in my life.
All my kitties are gone except Negro, he misses his friend too and even got sick because of it, but he was able to recover.
Now only memories are left that assault my heart from time to time making me fall into tears and sadness.
Photo of Dad and Kiba from my property.
English translation with Deepl