Nonprofit helping animals abroad. Focusing on TNR and bringing medicines and supplies to animals in need.
02/12/2025
I have been rescuing street cats for 20 years. I was around 14 years old when I started. I didn’t have a shelter to place them in; my mother and I used to feed and treat them, take them home, or return them to safe places. However, six years ago, I met this beautiful boy and named him Petty. He had no mother and was only 15 days old. He had four siblings, but sadly, only two survived—him and his brother. I took care of them until they could eat on their own. They stole my heart, especially this beautiful boy, Petty.
I used to care for them in the garage of the building where I lived. But the neighbors began arguing with me and threatened to poison them if I continued. That was the turning point in my life and theirs. At that moment, I decided to start building a shelter to save these poor animals. Petty and his brother were the first to enter the shelter. That was the beginning of my journey in rescuing many injured street cats. Some of them have traveled to their forever homes, while others are still with me. The number has now grown to more than 80 cats, all of whom I love dearly. I have dedicated my entire life and time to them.
But Petty always held a very special place in my heart. He was very beautiful, affectionate, and big in size. Everyone who visited us loved him. He was the reason I achieved everything in animal rescue; he was the beginning of my dream that lasted for years. Looking into his eyes always gave me hope to keep going in this difficult work.
Three months ago, I noticed he had lost a little weight. I took him immediately to the veterinary hospital, and they confirmed it was the early stage of kidney problems. We followed all the instructions and fed him his special diet. I even bought his medicine and food from outside Egypt. I did everything I could to help him recover, to bring him back to how he was. But God had a different plan.
My beautiful Petty left our world today at 11 :33a.m. Kidney failure took him away from me. He left and took my heart and soul with him. He left me with pain and a broken heart. My love, my heart, and my life have gone. How will I go to the shelter and not find him waiting behind the doors with his eyes full of love? Who will sit on my lap all the time? Who will help me endure the hardships and responsibilities I carry?
He always looked at me with love and waited for me to finish caring for the other cats so I could hold him in my arms and talk to him. He always loved to have all my attention and for me to keep looking at him.
I’ve written a lot in this post, but I still have much more to say about him and our memories together. I need years to tell you all about him and his love. Please keep me in your prayers, my friends. I am in desperate need of them.
Goodbye, my love, until we meet again in the next life.😢😢😢😢😢😢
