My name is Harry

Courtesy - PicCat

My name is Harry; well, may be that doesn't matter anymore. My lungs fail to oxygenate blood and heart refuses to pump the impure blood. All my vital organs have rested themselves; kidneys being the main culprit for everything happening. There's a reason for me to fight my death – I just want to see my 'mom'.

Am 9 years old now; did you think it's not the age to die? But, being a Cat, that's nearly what I all deserve. 'Harry is going really down; all his vital organs have stopped functioning. To save him from further sufferings, I strongly suggest you to put him to sleep' says the Vet to my owner, which she refuses at once. My 'mom' is expected here to see me anytime now; I have to hold my breath until then.

While I lay down almost dead in the Intensive Care Unit, my owner picks a call – 'Harry hasn't had eaten anything for a week now; I don't see him open his eyes since past two days'. I know it's my 'mom' at the other end. After disconnecting the call, owner pats me and says 'Clara is taking the next flight and will be reaching here by evening. You will be alright Harry'.

Clara – the youngest daughter of my owner; she is my 'mom'. Even before I could open my eyes after birth, I was abandoned orphan. It's Clara who picked me up and gave me life then; it was she whom I saw when I opened my eyes for the first time. She was a school-going kid then, but still took care of me every single day – isn't she my 'mom'?

Though there were many Cats at home, am her only pet. She used to laugh with me, play with me, eat with me, sleep with me and even cry with me; in no time we were soul-mates. I don't remember even a single night sleeping without being hugged by her. I soon became her child and she, my 'mom'.

When she wanted to do her higher studies, she chose Veterinary Science. 'Don't worry Harry, I will soon become a Vet to see that you never get ill and had to suffer' – she told me before leaving to join a far away Veterinary School. I jumped into her bag and went till airport; was very sad that day and wept a lot for wanting her. It's five years now and she will be a Vet doctor in a month or so, and I have gone through all possible sufferings being ill and trying to restore my fading breath every single time, until she arrives.

'Harry never let me sleep the night before my daughter Clara was coming home. Now, though I told him she is already on her way to see him, he don't bother to respond' – my owner was telling to the Nurse who came to change my drip. She, and even me know very well that nothing on this earth could give me a rebirth; all meds pushed inside me had just gotten filtered out off my blood during dialysis.

'Harry..'; well, it sounds like my 'mom'. 'Harry.. I came for you..'; yes, it's my 'mom'. She gently pats on my head through body; I feel it so comfortable, as though am a new soul altogether. Finally am going to witness a sight, which I was longing to see for the last time in life. I put all my stored bits of energy together and managed to open my shut eyes. It's her.. my 'mom'; my 'mom'! She looked so sad, dull and red; hugged me at once. I felt it is the right time to let my pulse stop ticking. But then, I still want to live forever in the love of her arms. She comes close and kisses me on my forehead, tears roll off her eyes and falls on my mouth; I gently smacked it..

I pray, the great soul of Harry rest in peace.