She was about to walk away, and she didn't know where she got the inspiration. She seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around and asked me, "Is your cat inside? Is it taking a shower?" "No, it's undergoing surgery." I said lightly. She said she also had a cat. She stood and chatted with me for a while. Even though I was absent-minded, I was grateful that she was so understanding.
I finally saw the cat after the operation. There are many metal cages in the room. It's in the second floor, one of the cages. It lay on its side, with a white disinfectant pad underneath it. Its eyes were wide open. The anesthetic is still working, it cannot move. I tried to reach my hand into the narrow gap of the fence. The hand was squeezed by the stainless steel railing until it was deformed before reaching in. I touched its head. Its big eyes were watery, looking at me, but the eyes were unable to move.
I gently touched its head. I wanted to call its name, but my throat was very hard and tight. I can't make any sound. There is a high stool next to
, which I pulled to my side with my hands and sat down. My other hand kept touching its head.
"It's okay, it's okay..." The room was very quiet, and I heard the sound of myself talking.
"We will encounter some helpless things in life in the world, and I hope you can understand. Sometimes we need to compromise for ourselves and for the sake of our own people, and for the sake of our own people, and there is no way to do so... I hope you can understand. I will love you well, take good care of you, and will not let anyone bully you, okay..."
Its eyes moved, and its head gently pressed my hand. I love it. It should be felt.