My Babar

Babar as I named her was a street kitten living her young life on an edge of a cliff in Antalya Turkey, about 100 yards east of ESKI LARA below the Lara Cd-3 bus stop grass area. 

 

Babar was very thin, hungry and liked the jelly in the cat food pouches.  

 

After having some food she decided to take a nap in my lap and won my heart forever. 

Babar was very playful and thankful for the jelly food, she enjoyed the fuss of tickles and kisses while climbing up on me sneaking a cwtch and a nap.

 

As my heart melted more and more for her, I told her how beautiful she was and that I would be back tomorrow with some more jelly food for her.

 

I left her to go back to the hotel not knowing what to do in a country not of my own. Leaving her broke my heart and I will forever hate myself for doing so.

I returned the next day with even more food, determined to fatten up Babar and all the other street cats as much as I could before I left to go back to the UK later that week.

 

On my third day in Antalya I return to the area where Babar was living, she was no where to be seen and never come out for food with the other kittens. My heart sunk in worry.

 

I stepped over the fence and began to look in the bushes to see if I could find her. She was sat under the sun laying down not looking very well at all. Babar looked at me and meowed weakly.

By this time I had managed find a local rescue on social media who give me the address of the vets that they used and to tell the vets that they sent me there. I picked Babar up and took her straight to the vets.

 

I arrived at the vets and they explained to me what the options were.

 

1 Leave Babar at the vets and then she would be sent to a government shelter and as she was sick she would most likely be put to sleep.

 

2 Take ownership and adopt the kitten who was only about 10 weeks old.

 

I then named her Babar and paid for her treatment at the vets.

 

I left the vets filled with worry and hope and carried on feeding the street cats and dogs that afternoon. I later returned to the vets that night during visiting hours.

 

All bad news, Babar had 1 of the worst infections and was very unwell, she was dehydrated, put on a drip and given antibiotics.

 

I continued to visit Babar 2 times a day between dental appointments and feeding the street cats and dogs, praying for her to get well to come home with me where I would love her endlessly.

During the day visits I would hand feed Babar as she wouldnt eat by herself. I would also talk to her tell her how much I loved her and give her some belly tickles.

 

I was filled with hope and love when I opened the cage door and Babar jumped out of the cage and into my arms for a cuddle and cwtch.

 

When all cuddled up in my arms she began to play with the drip tube pawing it away gently and fell asleep in my arms purring softly.

As Babar lay asleep in my arms for well over a hour, she began to start having fits and was rushed into intensive care and given oxygen.

 

I was at the vets for several hours that day trying to hold my tears back not knowing what to do and just being in the vets way, Babar was then stabilised so I left to go feed the street cats and dogs.

 

Later that night during visiting hours I would sing hum and la la la to Babar and was allowed to stay longer passed visiting hours.

Babar was unable to beat the infection and sadly passed away early hours on the 22 nd of December 2024.

 

I only got to love you in life for a few days and part of my heart and soul left with you.

 

My Babar

love always and forever.