Buenas tardes o buenos días a todos lo que me están leyendo espero estén muy bien. Esta es mi primera publicación en esta comunidad que hace tiempo vengo observando ya que soy una fiel animal lover pero sobre todo, de los gatos. Esas criaturas esponjosas que con solo una mirada logran manipularnos para obtener lo que quieren , que nos ignoran e incluso arañan pero que con un ronroneo pueden hacer que todas las tristezas desaparezcan. Si, me declaro una cat lover nivel Dios.
En el post del día de hoy, quiero hablar de la vez que me robé un gato. Por favor, antes de juzgarme te pido que si ya empezaste a leer, llegues hasta el final y veras que esta no es la historia de un delito sino mas bien, una historia de amor, aclarado esto, quiero empezar a contarles la historia de Max. Cuando terminen de leer , ahí si me podrán dar sus puntos de vista al respecto ❤️
Antes, si sos impresionable, aunque censure las fotos, hago algunas descripciones de como estaba este bebe así que avisado esto, comencemos.
Good afternoon or good morning to all who are reading me, I hope you are very well. This is my first publication in this community that I have been watching for a long time since I am a faithful animal lover but above all, of cats. Those fluffy creatures that with just a look can manipulate us to get what they want, that ignore us and even scratch us but with a purr they can make all the sadness disappear. Yes, I declare myself a God level cat lover.
In today's post, I want to talk about the time I stole a cat. Please, before you judge me, I ask you that if you have already started reading, go to the end and you will see that this is not the story of a crime but rather, a love story, that said, I want to start telling you the story of Max. When you finish reading, then you can give me your points of view on the matter ❤️
Before, if you are impressionable, even if I censor the photos, I make some descriptions of how this baby was so with that in mind, let's begin.
Les presento a Max. Un gatito de poco mas de un año de edad pero que su corta edad no te engañe. El a pesar de seguir siendo un cachorro que entra a la adolescencia, ya sufrió muchas cosas que ningún animalito debería sufrir.
El no era mi gato, era de alguien mas pero tengo relación con el desde que era un bebe ya que siempre fui como su niñera por así decirlo. Primero , estaba en una casa pero lo regalaron porque se peleaba con el otro gato que tenia y allí, en ese nuevo "hogar" fue donde lo conocí. Al dueño de Max yo lo conocía hace tiempo pero con tanto trabajo que tenia no podía hacerse cargo de el como correspondía.
Yo trabajo en un local que tengo en mi casa y a pesar de que trabajo todo el día, puedo estar con el todo el día. Las ventajas de trabajar desde casa.
Es por eso que siempre me encomendaban cuidarlo ya que el dueño confiaba plenamente en mi no solo por mi experiencia cuidando gatos ya que rescato muchos y los doy en adopción en optimas condiciones sino que tambien porque los amo con el alma. En la cuadra donde vivió soy conocida como la loca de los gatos y bueno, para que negar algo que soy ja,ja,ja.
Meet Max. A kitten of little more than a year old, but don't let his young age fool you. Although he is still a kitten entering adolescence, he has already suffered many things that no animal should have to suffer.
He was not my cat, he belonged to someone else but I have had a relationship with him since he was a baby since I was always his nanny so to speak. First, he was in a house but he was given away because he was fighting with the other cat I had and there, in that new "home" was where I met him. I had known Max's owner for a long time but with so much work he couldn't take care of him as he should.
I work in a place I have at home and even though I work all day, I can be with him all day long. The advantages of working from home. That is why I was always entrusted to take care of him because the owner fully trusted me, not only because of my experience taking care of cats, since I rescue many of them and give them up for adoption in good conditions, but also because I love them with my soul. In the block where he lived I am known as the crazy cat lady and well, why deny something that I am ha,ha,ha,ha.
La primera vez que Max vino a casa fue cuando tenia apenas 3 meses de vida. Me acuerdo que me llamo el ex dueño para decirme que había sufrido un accidente en el ojo. Cuando lo veo, estaba super hinchado, la verdad, no se que le paso. Supusimos que se peleo con la otra gata que tenia y por mala suerte le toco la peor parte así que lo lleve ese mismo día al veterinario.
El veterinario me dijo que tenia una ulcera en el ojo. Le recetó gotas para ver si podíamos salvárselo pero lamentablemente, no pudimos y lo perdió. El ojo literal se le caía a pedazos y yo con toda la paciencia del mundo y amor le limpiaba con cuidado cada partecita que se le caía hasta el día de la operación que por fin se lo sacaron por completo acabando así, su sufrimiento o al menos eso pensábamos.
Max volvió después de recuperarse de la cirugía del ojo con su dueño ya que el estaba pagando todos sus gastos pero Max, 3 meses después, volvió nuevamente a mi casa cuando tenia que ser esterilizado para luego, volver otra vez con su dueño. Creí el no volvería mas a mi casa pero que equivocada estaba.
The first time Max came home was when he was only 3 months old. I remember that the former owner called me to tell me that he had suffered an accident in his eye. When I saw him, he was super swollen, I really don't know what happened to him. We assumed that he had a fight with the other cat he had and by bad luck he got the worst part so I took him to the vet that same day.
The vet told me he had an ulcer in his eye. He prescribed drops to see if we could save it but unfortunately, we couldn't and he lost it. His eye was literally falling apart and with all the patience and love in the world I carefully cleaned every little part that fell out until the day of the operation when they finally took it out completely, ending his suffering, or at least that's what we thought.
Max came back after recovering from the eye surgery with his owner since he was paying all his expenses but Max, 3 months later, came back to my house when he had to be sterilized and then he came back to his owner. I thought he would never come back to my house but how wrong I was.
La tercera vez que Max volvió a mi fue la peor. El dueño casi no le paraba atención y andaba suelto por ahí siempre y era lógico ya que el, no estaba casi nunca como mencione al principio por su trabajo aunque cubrió casi todos sus gastos.
Max se escapo, se metió en el capo de un auto y este anduvo varios kilómetros con el adentro. El motor le quemo las dos patas dejándole los huesos y músculos expuestos y este apenas se movía.
Mi esposo lo encontró y lo trajo de inmediato a casa para llevarlo corriendo al veterinario y en efecto, Max estaba en peligro de perder sus patas traseras. Yo estaba furiosa me acuerdo porque además , estaba completamente desnutrido y deshidratado.
Cuando lo llevé al vet este me dijo que ya lo habían llevado el día anterior y yo no entendía, es decir, estuvo mas de un día completo en ese estado solo, en un rincón escondido hasta que mi marido lo encontró. Entenderán el grado de indignación que tenia cuando el que lo llevo al vet (Fue una vecina del lugar que me conocía) ni siquiera me avisó que el estaba así, que lo llevo al vet en ese estado y el dueño ni se molestó en buscarlo. El apareció solo quien sabe escondido donde que por suerte lo vió mi esposo. De solo pensar que estuvo solo, con ese dolor encima horas y horas, sin atención alguna y abandonado, se me paralizaba el corazón. No entendía como pudieron algunas personas verlo así y dejarlo solo, en fin, la cuestión es que fueron días horribles para mi porque no sabíamos si se iba a salvar porque estaba muy grave.
The third time Max came back to me was the worst. The owner paid almost no attention to him and he was always running loose and it was logical since he was almost never there as I mentioned at the beginning because of his job, although he covered almost all his expenses.
Max escaped, got on the hood of a car and it drove for several kilometers with him inside. The engine burned both his legs leaving his bones and muscles exposed and he barely moved.
My husband found him and immediately brought him home and rushed him to the vet and sure enough, Max was in danger of losing his back legs. I was furious I remember because he was also completely malnourished and dehydrated. When I took him to the vet he told me that he had already been taken the day before and I did not understand, that is, he was more than a full day in that state alone, in a hidden corner until my husband found him. You will understand the degree of indignation I had when the person who took him to the vet (it was a neighbor who knew me) did not even tell me that he was like that, that he took him to the vet in that state and the owner did not even bother to look for him. He appeared alone, who knows where he was hiding and luckily my husband saw him. Just thinking that he was alone, with that pain for hours and hours, without any attention and abandoned, paralyzed my heart. I didn't understand how some people could see him like that and leave him alone, anyway, the point is that those were horrible days for me because we didn't know if he was going to be saved because he was very serious.
Tuvo en total 2 operaciones para las patas. Se le removió el tejido necrótico porque se le estaba expandiendo por todo el cuerpecito. Los primeros días no se movía, no comia,solo lloraba del dolor. Tenia que hacerle pollito y darle de comer en la boca y el agua administrársela con una jeringa porque no podía caminar. Le costaba hacer sus necesidades así que lo ayudábamos a que haga en su cajita para que le duela lo menos posible pero su llanto era desgarrador.
Todos los días temprano, me alistaba para llevarlo al veterinario a que le cambien los vendajes. A pesar del dolor, el jamás araño, jamás mordió a nadie. Los veterinarios decían que era un gato muy bueno y fuerte por lo que estaba soportando. Se imaginaran que cambiarle vendas a un gato no es sencillo pero con el era sencillo ya que es muy dócil y se la aguanto como un guerrero pero eso si, cada cambio de vendaje era una tortura para el y para mi porque no podía soportar verlo así.
En las fotos anteriores remarque una macha de aceite de motor en su pelaje pero la verdad es que esa parte se fue abriendo hasta llegar a sus músculos dejándole un agujero horrible que se necrotizaba. Lo mismo en el interior de sus patas, en esa parte se llegaba a ver el hueso y por obvias razones, lo censure todo. En la ultima foto ya estaba con las vendas. Pleno verano, vendado, adolorido sin poder moverse. Por eso prefería el suelo que estaba fresco.
He had a total of 2 operations on his paws. The necrotic tissue was removed because it was spreading all over her body. The first few days he did not move, did not eat, only cried because of the pain. I had to make him a chick and feed him in his mouth and give him water with a syringe because he couldn't walk. It was hard for him to relieve himself, so we helped him to do it in his crate so that it would hurt as little as possible, but his crying was heartbreaking.
Early every morning, I would get ready to take him to the vet to have his bandages changed. Despite the pain, he never scratched, never bit anyone. The vets said he was a very good and strong cat because of what he was enduring. You can imagine that changing bandages on a cat is not easy but with him it was easy because he is very docile and he put up with it like a warrior but every change of bandage was a torture for him and for me because I could not bear to see him like that.
In the previous photos I remarked a patch of motor oil on his fur but the truth is that this part was opening up until it reached his muscles leaving a horrible hole that was necrotizing. The same on the inside of his paws, in that part you could see the bone and for obvious reasons, I censored it all. In the last picture he was already bandaged. In the middle of summer, bandaged, in pain and unable to move. That's why I preferred the ground which was cool.
Después de mas de un mes con esa rutina de llevarlo al cambio de vendas, darle de comer en la boca, llorar con el por su dolor, inyectarle sus medicinas, bueno ya me había enamorado de el y fue ahí cuando decidí hacerme cargo de sus gastos y finalmente decidí que se quedaba a vivir conmigo (Sin consultar je,je,je. A ese punto solo pensaba en el bienestar del bebe). El dueño se enojó al principio y me decía ladrona ja,ja,ja porque no se lo devolví mas pero luego aceptó que no podía cuidarlo como debía y que iba a estar mejor conmigo así que quedamos en paz y finalmente, Max se unió a mi familia.
Poco a poco, gano peso, podía caminar aunque quedo rengo, podía hacerlo y eso me llenaba de felicidad. Paso de estar postrado a jugar como un gatito normal que aunque mis gatos estaban celosos, terminaron por aceptarlo como uno mas de la familia.
After more than a month with that routine of taking him to change his bandages, feeding him in his mouth, crying with him because of his pain, injecting his medicines, well I had already fallen in love with him and that's when I decided to take care of his expenses and finally decided that he would stay and live with me (without consulting he,he,he,he. At that point I was only thinking about the baby's well being). The owner got angry at first and called me a thief ha,ha,ha,ha because I didn't give him back but then he accepted that he couldn't take care of him as he should and that he would be better off with me so we were even and finally, Max joined my family.
Little by little, he gained weight, he could walk even though he was lame, he could do it and that filled me with happiness. He went from being prostrate to playing like a normal kitten and although my cats were jealous, they ended up accepting him as one of the family.
Hoy en dia Max,es un gato muy feliz y sano. No puede saltar como cualquier gato por que su pata quedo atrofiada y era esperable despues de perder parte de ellas pero es un gato feliz, es todo lo que importa. Tiene su bebedero, su foto en la pared, su balcon seguro para ir a tomar sol y todo lo que pueda darle con amor porque lo amamos con mi esposo y el a nosotros porque incluso duerme abrazandonos y yo creo que es porque esta agradecido de que le salvamos la vida.
No conocí gato mas dulce y bueno que el. Creo que el destino quiso que el sea para nosotros y nadie mas. En fin, perdón por no robarte antes mi amor. Te amamos Max ❤️
Con este post no es que quiera hacerme ver ni nada sino que mas bien, dejar un mensaje. A veces esta bueno involucrarse y "Robar" , eso puede salvarle la vida a un ser indefenso.
¡Gracias por leerme!😄
Today Max is a very happy and healthy cat. He can't jump like any other cat because his paw was atrophied and that was to be expected after losing part of them but he is a happy cat, that's all that matters. He has his water bowl, his picture on the wall, his safe balcony to go sunbathing and everything I can give him with love because we love him with my husband and he loves us because he even sleeps hugging us and I think it is because he is grateful that we saved his life.
I never met a sweeter and nicer cat than him. I think that destiny wanted him to be for us and no one else. Anyway, sorry for not stealing my love from you sooner. We love you Max ❤️
With this post I don't want to be seen or anything but rather, to leave a message. Sometimes it is good to get involved and "Steal", that can save the life of a helpless being.
Thanks for reading me!😄
✏️ Texto por: @aibi93 | 📷 Fotos y Gif tomados por mi de Max, editadas en Canva.com.
✏️ Traducido con Deepl.com
✂️ Separadores de Pixabay: Corazones