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Acts of Kindness

December 18, 2020- Today I’ll be sharing a very special story from our collaborative book titled Acts of Kindness. This story is titled Moo Cow by Kinga Ulazka McDonald and can be found here: https://www.amazon.ca/gp/aw/d/1989506240/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1608218854&sr=8-1

On July 2, 2020 after an already turbulent, unpredicted and scary new year, things turned for the worse when my dear cat and love, Moo Cow was attacked by a wild coyote and died.
Moo Cow came to me at a time when I needed him the most. He was a stray on the streets of Mississauga. Some one I knew brought him home to Hamilton. He looked a little ashy grey, was very friendly and he randomly came into our home one day. Gibson fell in love, dexter didn’t look like he minded.

We cleaned him up, took him to the vet and began taking care of him. Moo Cow had a terrible bladder infection, so we made sure the vet took care of him well. 

He became family. He came in and out of the home, and I hated that he was out doors because of fear he would get hit by a car or taken, it seemed like he was too smart to let anything happen to him. He always kept to the back yards ( the homes didn’t have fences dividing them) he always came home and he was big. He took care of himself very well, even though he was sketched up a few times. 

We always made sure he was okay. He is a big boy and beyond that, he was the cutest. He has a black mark spilling into his right side and a gorgeous black mark on his left ear. Mostly white, with black marks on his body like a cow, hence why we called him Moo Cow. 

He is perfect, we had a morning routine especially when COVID began. I was let off work and we developed a morning, day and evening routine. He would be let out around 1:00 in the morning, he would be let back in around 6:30am by my husband, he would jump into bed with me, cuddle right on top of me until around 10:00am then treats, more cuddles and love. 

Moo Cow is my baby, my love and the rescue that touched my soul. 

Moo Cow was the baby I didn’t know I needed. He filled me with love, taught me love and always showered me with unconditional loving. 

Moo Cow was my baby cow who always graced in the grass out back, followed me on walks with Gibson and always came when I called or shuck the treat bag. 

Deciding to let go of him was the most difficult decision I ever made. He was clearly in a lot of pain, had a broken leg that couldn’t be saved and plenty of internal damage. He had bit marks all over his body and was severely weak. We could of done surgery, but I couldn’t stand the idea of him dying on the table without me. Without love. All alone.
So we held him, told him he was loved, sang to him, and let him go while we kissed him. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Sure we could of tried doing surgery, but the amount of pain after would not make him comfortable plus the surgery wasn’t a guarantee.
I struggle each day and every day. He was my rock, my everything and now he was gone. I needed some comfort and knew the Urn with his ashes would take weeks to get back. I reached out to local painters and asked if anyone was willing to paint him or us together. I received some quotes and of course to uphold his memory my husband and I were willing to do anything, but I was also out of work due to COVID. On top of that we had just spend almost a grand on trying to save his life.
One artist reached out and said she could do it for free. Her name is Amy Kowalyshyn and some how she knew what I needed. She messaged me and asked if she could do it for free with a new technic she wanted to try. I was overwhelmed with the offer and broke down that day because humanity still existed. I had lost all hope before due to the horrible images all over social media. I didn’t think their were good people out there.
In that moment, my grief was too sever for anything to help. I didn’t know if anything ever would help. I know this pain will last a life time, but in that moment I realized a stranger cared enough to help with my grief even if it was only for a moment.
During such unpredictable times, something so small meant the world to be because it allowed me to properly preserve my Moo Cow’s memory. The cat who brought me back to life and showed me love.
Thank you Amy Kowalyshyn.
You are a light in these dark times

2 thoughts on “Acts of Kindness

  1. Heartbreaking and uplifting, like a great story should be. My first pet, my cat Moxi, was killed by a car a few years ago and inspired a two year long catio project so that my other pets would always be safe. There is not a day I don’t think about her and I especially feel for her soul mate Gobo, still with us, for they were two peas in a pod. He, of course, does not remember her, and she has not been replaced in his life as he does not bond with our other two cats the same way, but I know what he lost. It all highlights for me that whether for human or animal, having one special partner in life is a fragile blessing to be cherished.

    1. Thank you so much for sharing your story and I’m so sorry for your loss. Gone but never forgotten, pets touch our lives and we are never the same.

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