Poppy is one of those who have touched my heart so much..who made me do things I myself never thought I`d do.
He was once a stray kitten who used to play around in front of the lifts to my mama`s apartment. My mama, my brother and me used to feed him with catfood and milk. So whenever we came back, Poppy would just popped in infront of us from nowhere, hence the name poppy. Then my mama said, every morning he would wait for mama in front of the condominium`s lift on ground floor for hours, until she came out to go to the shop or the supermarket. That was when we took him in, and Poppy became family.
One day, Poppy didnt come back from his evening walk. The next day my mama was on her way out, when she saw Poppy under the stairs, trying to meow and move but couldnt. My mama immediately called me, and I asked her to take Poppy back to the house. He was badly injured on his back legs and back part. His body was shaking and he couldnt move. Later we found out that he was hit by a car and the driver just took a peep and drove up. One lady picked him up and put him under the stairs. We then brought Poppy to a vet, and immediately the doc said, "Oh he`s gonna be paralysed." Poppy was pumped, a lot of liquid and blood came out of his tummy and he was given some injection and medication and we brought him back still sleeping.A few hours later Poppy regained consciousness. He was paralysed and we were asked to buy some medication from the pharmacy for his nerves..to try to get him to be able to walk again. It was a 50-50 chance, the doctor said. So for the next 6 months, we cared for Poppy, fed him, nursed him, cleaned him, played with him and pampered him a lot.
We gave our best to Poppy. And when the weather became hotter and the temperature rose up and up, Poppy became weaker and weaker and refused to fight for his survival. He turned his face away from us, refused to look us in the eye, refused to eat and drink. We forced him to drink by injecting water, right to the last minute, but he refused to accept. Then he looked at me right in the eyes as if saying, "Let me go." So I told everybody, "Ok let him go." My brother couldnt bear to see Poppy leaves, so he went out. Me and my mama, we waited beside him. I stroked him and saw he coughed three times and then he was gone. My Poppy is dead. He was loved to the very end and I was contented.
