at 6am this morning, i received an sms from mr ang, the chinese security guard who also shares the same worries and angst over the ailing cat.
"the cat died, i'm so sorry."
i stoned for a minute. i do feel relieved in some ways as i know Elusive is free from her suffering now. then i started tearing, because of my own attachment to her.
Elusive was lying in almost the same spot i left her last evening. There were 2 blobs of poo on the t-shirt. perhaps she has been constipated all this while she must have felt good when she finally could poo.
uncle zain, the malay security guard, who has been her caregiver for the past 3 years, dug a hole in the ground behind the room where she died and buried her this morning. he clothed her in the school shirt and buttoned up all the way and only the face was revealed. he tucked her in nicely, bundled up, in the malay way, he says. Her body was already stiff. uncle zain said he couldnt sleep last nite. his mind kept wandering to the cat. he also knew that she wouldnt make it. a fellow cat-lover colleague saw Elusive last evening. we were both stroking her. at one point, i got up to check to see if the "coast was clear" of the P, my friend said Elusive lifted up her head and tried to see where i went. i almost cried when i heard this.
as this school busy and burden herself with all the unnecessary work, a sweet little cat left this world. unnoticed by the all-very-important tight-ass "educators" who view strays as trash and pest. unmoved by her suffering, untouched by her spirit.
will take a picture of her "tomb" later.
thank you all for the well-wishes.
i know i'm not alone.
