Raisa

My Qeen Mother, Raisa is sick! She is almost 19 years old and old age is catching up with her. I was in Mecca when Ika SMS me saying that Raisa is in hospital at UPM Vetenary Clinic, suffering from kidney failure. I was devastated. SMS went to and from Mecca regularly asking how Raisa was doing. According to Ika, she noticed that Raisa didn't eat, didn't move around and her body smelled. She immediately brought her to Dr.Netto at UPM Clinic near Hilton, PJ and Dr. Netto advised her to get Raisa to UPM. I always like UPM anilmal clinic-so pretty, welcoming and comfortable.
Izrin was out of his mind. Raisa is his girl for 19 years and devoted to her as Raisa is to him. He visited her in the clinic which cheered her up and helped her to get out of her depression. She stayed there for 2 weeks until the day I returned from Hajj. I was upset to see how thin and fragile Raisa is. She has always been the lady of the house, very regal and dainty but so lemah semangat. Mok, the naughty one, alwaus frightened her and poor Raisa has no peace. Actually Mok was trying to play with her but because he was rough, Raisa didn't like it and ran away from him. So when Raisa was in hospital, Mok is the King of the house. Doctor's diagnose of Raisa is grim - she thinks Raisa will live the longest one year. Izrin was in despair.
Now Raisa has to be forced-feed and medicated. Ika is wonderful. She cared for Raisa like a baby and I bet she is going to be a great mom when her baby comes. Izrin is so busy with his work that Ika took over the caring of Raisa. She has to go for dialysis at UPM every 2 or 3 days. I am so grateful that my children care for their pets and took responsibility. Raisa and Mok have given us so many delighful years and were always the focus of our conversation, binding the family together. We know that Raisa will go one day and but hope not too soon. I just can't imagine what will happen to all of us if Mok were to leave us, we just don't want to think about it.
Mok is with me now in PD, giving Ika a reprieve to focus on Raisa. When I came back, Raisa claimed my bed expelling Mok out. She didn't wait for Izrin anymore. If she slept down, at night she would miawed so loud that I have to go and reassure her that I am with her. This reminded me of my mother when she was ailing. She would cry if she was left alone and wanted somebody in her sight all the time. I became impatient as I have other chores to do and let her cry for sometime. Thinking about it made me feel so guilty and so bad that I asked Allah to forgive me over and over again. I just wished I was kinder and more understanding then. God knows the turmoil I went through when I was praying in front of the Kaabah - pleading to Allah to forgive me for being unkind to my mother when she was old and ailing. This is the experience I want my children and other children to know and to realise - it's so painful and the guilt feeling will haunt you until you are as old or older than me, maybe for life. I went through this process and fervently hope Allah forgives me. I still cry.
Mok is with me now in PD - I am cat-sitting! A group of girls from UTM who were attending their Property Management workshop at Corus Paradise Hotel were staying at the apartment next door and Mok became the centre of attraction, being held and photographed. He was the star!! He is so cute with his fat ass and legs wobbling when he ran. Being a lazy and a spoilt cat, it's hard to make him go for walk for exercise but I managed to persuade him a bit.