There is nothing that can console me but my jolly little angel
It was a traumatic experience about three years ago. My little angel cat, “Kiseki,” died at only six years old. It was the 24th of February 2020, a pitch-dark night with a bitter cold. Kiseki was a silver British short-haired tabby kitten bred and sold by a Japanese teacher. It joined my family at four months old. “Kiseki,” in Japanese, means “miracle.”
Because of my job, I was suffering from significant mental depression at the time. I refused medical care and kept to myself. I snuck into the kitchen like a mouse till midnight, when my family was all asleep, and devoured what they had prepared. Kiseki was given to me with the hope of bringing me a miracle. After that, whenever my family went out, Kiseki and I were the only ones left. I had to step out of the room to feed and clean the toddler. Its liveliness eventually converted into a tiny starlight, illuminating my murk and creating a marvel.
With the help of Kiseki and my family, I recovered completely from depression in five years’ time. Everything appeared to be well, until Kiseki suddenly became ill. It was diagnosed with the lethal acute F.I.V. infection! I could not put into words how I felt at the moment. I could only beg my Lord to allow me to exchange my one year of life for our final joy.
A miracle happened! Kiseki seemed to be recuperating within a few days! Kiseki and I spent that beautiful year exploring everywhere, whether in parks, on beaches, or on mountaintops. I prayed to God for my willingness to devote more of my life to Kiseki. The awful virus, however, resurfaced. Kiseki passed away after outlasting the one-year commitment by 72 days.
Kiseki uses his life to demonstrate the existence of miracles. When I am feeling down, my cherub grins in my mind and inspires me to be bold. That always saves me from plugging into a mental hole. There is nothing that can console me but my jolly little angel.