MISSING: TITA

My 6 year old cat Tita went missing at my parents in Costa Rica. She was stolen.

This morning I received an email from my mother saying my cat disappeared from the house. That she must have been stolen since she hasn't been out from a house in 6 years, she doesn't move much since she is fat indoor cat. She doesn't like the street. It has been 2 days now. I feel like someone paused my life; my plans to go to the market vanished in a split second, got dizzy my eyes got filled with tears and bed had been my only plausible destination with a headache that won't leave me. I prayed but still I can't eat. 

Just yesterday I was thinking about how happy her heavy body on my chest was able to make me. How she used to purr in my ear and jump into my bed every time I felt like I have none to love. How she made me feel special when she only let me pet her and none else. The way she hide from me when I used to come back home after a long trip. How she saved my life once, and nurture me with love countless. The way she melt in my arms, like none has ever done. I remember the sweet smell of her clean hair coming from the vet and how she pranced around for me to watched her because she knew she was my only one. I will never forget how she unpacked my suitcases twice when I was going to move to the UK and place herself inside instead. She used to attack anyone that come close to my room, but with me she was made of butter. 

I know that she loves strawberry yoghurt, hates liver pate and cat nip doesn't work for her. I know that she has an allergy that makes her eye drip and she only likes to get the infection removed with a tissue wet with warm water otherwise she will cry and finally end up biting you. I know that she needs a "brazilian" shave once a month to keep her little bum tidy. That she hates human food apart from the yoghurt.  I know that she needs to be groomed thrice a day and she hates it, so she only lets you groom her if you make quite a fuzz about it. I know that she loves to feel special. I know that she has never had fleas and the I chose her because she was left in that Pedigree breeder house orphan when they sold her mom and borthers. All of the other kitties had a mother and she was lonely in her little cage because none wanted a female Tabi. I know that she gets upset with me when I leave her alone, and depressed until certain extent. I know that her trophy is to be able to win my attention over the computer. 

I don't know why someone took her away from home, but I wish that if it's because they think they want her and are able to love love her, that they get to know all this things that took me 4 years to realize. If you took her to charge for a rescue, then charge now because my family's happiness doesn't have a price, neither her life.

I was telling all this things to my dad and my dad just gave me a big lesson. He said to me: 

"Laura they might think they're doing that because they love her. People think about love in their own terms: love as just one end point of view. I love her because I want her, but they don't think about what would make the other element happy. They probably would never figure out this things because they see love as what makes them feel full filled. You and me, we know that is not fair and it's worrying but you ask them, they might tell you that they stole her because they love her. I know it's hard, but lots of -even people- live their lives thinking that love is to please themselves, to feel loved without wondering how is the other person feeling"

I loved Tita, still love her! I could have bring her with me but I didn't because I didn't wanted to have her suffering a quarantine, a plane flight with suitcases in a dark cold compartment for 16 hours just because I fancy feeling loved by her. Talking with my dad I realized not only with Tita, I just really want to do whatever makes the people I care for grow in health and love, and seeing them have a better life. I realized that sometimes, just like Tita, I wanted to have them with me; have their hugs and the smell of the hair, heart beat telling me that everything is aright; but I can't be selfish.

I don't know if my cat would ever understand why I didn't bring her over with me, why did I left her without me. I don't know if she would have been capable of putting through so much. Now someone stole her without even thinking about it and probably  like my dad said: for love. Putting her through the same or even more amount of pressure I avoided to.