Biscuit: on the shores of eternity
Today, whilst being prepared for the operation that was going to completely change his life, Biscuit, the paralyzed kitty with eyes like twin universes, died of cardiac arrest. All of a sudden his heart stopped. The two surgeons, that had come to love him as much I did, reacted instantly, we followed all resuscitation protocols. During twenty frantic minutes that felt like an eternity two of the best doctors I have ever met, fought to restart a heart that would never beat again.
There he laid, one of the most special beings I have ever come across. An angel trapped inside the broken body of tiny kitty. A kitty that to me, represented all that is worth fighting for.
And now.. he’s gone.
I will never forget the first time I saw him… there he was in my computer screen, laying down in the middle of a litter of seven that had just been pulled out of a Kill Shelter. They were all dirty, and most of them clearly sick. They were also incredibly beautiful. But among that crowd of furry sick kittens it was Biscuit the one that caught my eye. There was something very wrong with him, and the pictures didn’t really describe what the problem was.
The kittens were with Whiskers Animal Rescue in South Carolina… We were half way across the world.
Biscuit’s rescue has been followed daily basis by thousands of people, and during that time, this truly exceptional kitty carved himself a place in everyone’s hearts. He was different to any cat I’ve ever met. He was fearless… the abuse that broke him shaped his character in a most unusual way. Being paralyzed, Biscuit knew he couldn’t run away from whatever danger may assail him, so he learned to look at life right in the eye, and just accept.
Biscuit’s bravery and acceptance are life lessons that I’ll carry with me for as long as I live.
Every animal we meet, love, we fight for, leaves footsteps in our souls and so today, my soul is full of little paw prints left by a kitty that never walked.
Biscuit didn’t die alone or without a family, I never really had the chance to announce it, but Biscuit had been adopted three days ago by a close friend of mine, Nadia Shalev. He had a future, a bright shinny future full of all the good things in life. I had personally handpicked the kind of family that would provide him with all that, and more. The day he got adopted I told him so that he knew no matter how hard the days ahead would be, there was light at the end of the tunnel. He knew all that, and more.
I am an animal rescuer, on the surface I heal fast, but every passing friend leaves a mark, and Biscuit’s mark will be a very deep one.
The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering. I am sure, none of us that met him, that felt his frail little body cupped in our hands and noone that heard his story will ever forget Biscuit, the little kitty with eyes like stars.
Goodbye baby Biscuit. You can run now. Don’t look back.