Your story brought me to tears. I sense, somehow, that Pishoo knew how much you loved him and that there were circumstances beyond your control that prevented you from keeping him. ❤️. Your kind of love for Pishoo is eternal.
Saghar, a further note. The day I read your article, I found an abandoned kitten (a reddish one) on the side of the road. I wish I could figure out how to attach a photo. I have named him Binkshoo, kind of after Pishoo. Coincidence or synchronicity? We will take good care of him and have adopted him. ❤️
Tears!!! I’ve experienced something similar. People called me crazy for loving cats and now they’re all obsessed. I’d have to say btw unfortunately the Turks are not that better at loving animals. They just passed a law to enable killing street animals. The world is cruel to animals and humanity is cursed till we learn to be loving to animals.
I understand. I believe Turks are in general much better at loving street animals than us. The "law" is crazy Erdogan and his people. But the people in streets are just astonishingly kind to animals.
Such a beautiful piece Saghar. It brought me back childhood traumas as well. Not having a voice and choice in your life with parents who couldn't care about your wishes if it was against their believes. I kind of had a ginger cat growing up in our backyard who was free but as we open the terrace door, you could hear his meowing from far running into our yard. For a period of time he had to share the yard with my ginger rural chicken too ! But of course in freezing winter they must've stayed in yard and not in the house 😔 The day my brother told me he saw the corpse of the cat in the street, I cried for so many days and couldn't even move on for years..
Oh I completely understand. Actually only a few short years ago a kitten showed up in my grandparents house and he was so loved. My mother practically lived there because my grandfather had just passed away and my grandmother was elderly. Only last year I was told that the kitten, despite having been allowed inside (there are photos of him with my grandmother in bed!) was kept outside and one winter they found his frozen corpse. I’m so sorry for your trauma. Thank you for sharing. I’m hopeful about change of the fate of animals, with us despite everything.
Unfortunately the progressive pass for our people to love domestic animals was "the race" and spending money special races instead of adopting. But still I appreciate that respect to 30 years ago and their disgust and fear of cats and dogs. The change is happening in so many cultural matters but slowly.
Your story made me question how much we control we ever rally have in life? We do our best and you certainly did that. Life is such a mixed bag but the kindness we give and receive along the way is food of the utmost importance. Pishoo says, "thank you, and there's nothing to forgive."
È prezioso il ricordo del tuo gatto e l'opportunità che avete avuto di condividere un perimetro di vita e gioia e (grande) dolore insieme. C'è molta poesia in ogni tuo testo.
What a heartbreaking tale - I am one of these people who believe that all all sentient beings deserve to be treated with compassion and try as you might it was near on impossible for you to overcome the beliefs of your family and broader community.
What a heartbreaking, in a way horrible and harrowing read. I admire your writing but find it hard to believe that this world has people like your mother (no offense), so heartless and cruel!
Oh my God, this is so heartbreaking. When I read the episode of him falling off the balcony, it was like something hard had dropped inside my belly. I kept imagining losing my own little one. But the ending was really something else. I can’t believe your mother left Pishoo like that… I’m sorry to say this, but even though I don’t know her you made me hate her a little bit. Whatever happened to him in the end is on her. But at least he did get to spend a few nice years with you. Thank you for writing this. I’m sure it was hard, having to relive all those horrible memories.
Your story brought me to tears. I sense, somehow, that Pishoo knew how much you loved him and that there were circumstances beyond your control that prevented you from keeping him. ❤️. Your kind of love for Pishoo is eternal.
Thank you for these lovely words and for reading.
Saghar, a further note. The day I read your article, I found an abandoned kitten (a reddish one) on the side of the road. I wish I could figure out how to attach a photo. I have named him Binkshoo, kind of after Pishoo. Coincidence or synchronicity? We will take good care of him and have adopted him. ❤️
Oh dear god THANK YOU! I'm all welled up here 😭🧡
Tears!!! I’ve experienced something similar. People called me crazy for loving cats and now they’re all obsessed. I’d have to say btw unfortunately the Turks are not that better at loving animals. They just passed a law to enable killing street animals. The world is cruel to animals and humanity is cursed till we learn to be loving to animals.
I understand. I believe Turks are in general much better at loving street animals than us. The "law" is crazy Erdogan and his people. But the people in streets are just astonishingly kind to animals.
Yes but they don’t neuter them, which is essential for cat welfare.
Such a beautiful piece Saghar. It brought me back childhood traumas as well. Not having a voice and choice in your life with parents who couldn't care about your wishes if it was against their believes. I kind of had a ginger cat growing up in our backyard who was free but as we open the terrace door, you could hear his meowing from far running into our yard. For a period of time he had to share the yard with my ginger rural chicken too ! But of course in freezing winter they must've stayed in yard and not in the house 😔 The day my brother told me he saw the corpse of the cat in the street, I cried for so many days and couldn't even move on for years..
Oh I completely understand. Actually only a few short years ago a kitten showed up in my grandparents house and he was so loved. My mother practically lived there because my grandfather had just passed away and my grandmother was elderly. Only last year I was told that the kitten, despite having been allowed inside (there are photos of him with my grandmother in bed!) was kept outside and one winter they found his frozen corpse. I’m so sorry for your trauma. Thank you for sharing. I’m hopeful about change of the fate of animals, with us despite everything.
Unfortunately the progressive pass for our people to love domestic animals was "the race" and spending money special races instead of adopting. But still I appreciate that respect to 30 years ago and their disgust and fear of cats and dogs. The change is happening in so many cultural matters but slowly.
That's so true. And it's so disappointing. But still people are learning to love animals.
I cried too! Beautiful piece. #FarrahNaykaAshline
Your story made me question how much we control we ever rally have in life? We do our best and you certainly did that. Life is such a mixed bag but the kindness we give and receive along the way is food of the utmost importance. Pishoo says, "thank you, and there's nothing to forgive."
Thank you so much for these kind words. So true.
Oh, what a great and horrible story. ;_;
Great and horrible are the best words for a story. Thank you!
È prezioso il ricordo del tuo gatto e l'opportunità che avete avuto di condividere un perimetro di vita e gioia e (grande) dolore insieme. C'è molta poesia in ogni tuo testo.
Grazie mille per le belle parole. ♥️
I am bawling.
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What a sad story. My beautiful, smart ginger boy, Oliver, died 3 years ago, still miss him terribly but know he had a good life
Oh sorry for Oliver 🧡
What a heartbreaking tale - I am one of these people who believe that all all sentient beings deserve to be treated with compassion and try as you might it was near on impossible for you to overcome the beliefs of your family and broader community.
Thank you for your kind words. I hope that's what really Pishoo feels.
This was devastatingly beautiful. I couldn’t stop reading.
Thank you for reading ♥️
This totally had me in tears. ♥️
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This is incredibly sad. Poor Pishoo. I can’t stand animal suffering.
I know 💔
This Ambermoggie is grieving for your Amber moggie 😢
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What a heartbreaking, in a way horrible and harrowing read. I admire your writing but find it hard to believe that this world has people like your mother (no offense), so heartless and cruel!
Oh my God, this is so heartbreaking. When I read the episode of him falling off the balcony, it was like something hard had dropped inside my belly. I kept imagining losing my own little one. But the ending was really something else. I can’t believe your mother left Pishoo like that… I’m sorry to say this, but even though I don’t know her you made me hate her a little bit. Whatever happened to him in the end is on her. But at least he did get to spend a few nice years with you. Thank you for writing this. I’m sure it was hard, having to relive all those horrible memories.