My Cat's Kidney Failure: A Journey of Fear, Hope, and Unforeseen Spirits

This time it's a bit long.

One time when I moved houses, I had to move from a big house to a smaller one, and the living room was full of things. I casually placed the cat water dispenser at the entrance. A week later, my cat suddenly had bloody urine, so I immediately took him to the vet. The clinic was fully booked, but someone who used to work as a veterinary assistant recommended a clinic in Tsuen Wan for me. The vet diagnosed him with kidney failure, and I was shocked. I had always wanted my cat to have a happy and healthy life. I adopted him when he was only a year and a half old, and I thought he would live for at least ten or eight years. I never expected him to have kidney disease at the age of 5-7.

So I looked at my annual fortune-telling book on Feng Shui to see if there were any problems with my home. I found out that the entrance was in the 'sick' position, and placing the water dispenser there had worsened the problem. So I immediately looked for a Feng Shui master to see if there was any way to remedy the situation. At the same time, I took my cat to see a vet again, but the process was terrible. The assistants were rude and unhelpful. So I decided to see another vet to check if the first diagnosis was correct, even though it would cost me more money. My cat's health was more important.

A week later, the Feng Shui master instructed me to buy and place certain items in different positions in my home. I was worried that if I bought the wrong items, it would be ineffective, so the master agreed to buy them for me. When I received the items and placed them in my home, I took my cat to see the vet again. Unfortunately, the diagnosis was still kidney failure. It was heartbreaking for me because my cat had been with me during the toughest times of my life, and I wanted him to have a happy and long life. I couldn't stop crying when I thought about his illness.

Even though I took good care of him, his condition suddenly worsened. There were days when he refused to eat or drink. One of his kidneys had swollen so much that I could see it. I was terrified and cried a lot. However, he took his medicine and ate a little to make me happy. He was always a good and obedient cat, which made me love him even more.

The next day, I took him to see the vet again, and his kidney function was so bad that the doctor referred him to a specialist. The vet prescribed antibiotics for him, and after he finished taking them, his kidney swelling went down, and he regained his appetite. I continued to work and commute for at least 12 hours a day, and then I went home to cook, clean, steam fish for my cat, and give him his medication. I usually went to bed around 2:30-3 am.

During this time, I lost a lot of weight, and my friends and customers noticed that I looked tired and thin. I was exhausted, and even when I wasn't taking care of my cat, I was always busy with work. One day, a friend suggested that I go to a certain place to check my fortune. I was hesitant at first because I had to take time off work, but I eventually agreed.

At that place, they told me that there was something wrong with the things I brought back home. They gave me a charm and told me to take a bath with pomelo leaves and five-color flowers. They also gave me red envelopes with money in them and asked me to bring the items that the Feng Shui master had bought for me to them for further examination.

When I got home, I showed the items to a friend who had the ability to see ghosts. She told me that there was something wrong with the jade buckle and the wind chime, and that the Feng Shui master had used Mao Shan sorcery to steal my luck. She also said that the wind chime or the jade buckle was a flag (I forgot what she meant by that). She added that I might have felt a cold breeze in my house even when there was no wind.

It turned out that my cat had been trying to protect me from the evil spirits that had entered my home. He tried to sweep the jade buckle under the bed, but the evil spirits made him sick. His condition was so severe that the vet gave him only a few months to live. I was devastated, but I decided to do everything I could to help him recover.

To be continued... I still have to take a shower and do the dishes.