500 grams of love

“500 grams of love“ - that’s what my mom said when we got our kittens. I immediately fell in love with them, even though they were scratching and climbing all over me when we got home. Fiona was a tiny ginger tabby kitten. And she was really sick. She couldn’t breathe, her eyes were closed and she was shivering all the time.

The second kitten, Oreo, looked almost exactly the same as his sister. Тhe only differences were that he was fluffier, had less visible markings and ate more.

I got way too attached to these tiny little kittens but on the next night Oreo passed away. We rushed Fiona to the vet.

The veterinarians explained that her eyes were badly infected and that she only had a 50 percent chance of surviving. Then they added that even if she did survive, she would be blind for the rest of her life.

I was deeply worried for her, so I did my best to try not to get too attached like I did for Oreo because I was pretty sure she was going to die.

The vet gave us a formula recipe for the kitten and prescribed some eye drops.

After getting home, we made the formula and used a syringe to feed the tiny three-week- old kitten. We fed her every three hours, including at night time.

At first, Fiona didn’t want to drink the formula at all, but after a few days, she would eat like crazy. We would take her to the vet every single day for injections and we kept praying that a miracle would happen.

After a week or two, things started to change. The eye drops were starting to help and Fiona’s eyes were getting better, however, they were still very glazed. At night she would cuddle next to me, looking for warmth and affection. I could hear her purr in her sleep.

We were showering her with love while she was fighting for her life with all the strength and willpower she had in her tiny body.

When her eyes finally opened, I started to realize that she was going to live.

After a few more months of going to the vet and applying medication, Fiona’s eyes finally healed - they were a beautiful shade of brownish gold and she could finally see the beauty of the word.

Now, 3 years later, Fiona is a cherished little spoiled demon who eats a lot, pushes things off tables, sleeps a lot, bites and scratches us and interrupts me during homework… In short, she is living her best life. And I love her.

- AMT