“Goldie TianLu - When I Was Ill” Photograph © Cats Hope™
Goldie TianLu — The Life Before Cats Hope™
Goldie TianLu Speaks:
I have been moved from place to place.
Homes that did not hold.
Spaces that were not safe.
Too many cats.
Too little food.
Too many reasons to defend what little I had.
So I became what they called difficult.
But I was not difficult.
I was surviving.
And then—there was that home.
And… a cupboard.
I remember.
Not everything.
Not the beginning.
But I remember enough.
There were five of them. My babies.
I did not count them with numbers—
I counted them by presence.
I knew where each one lay.
How they moved.
How they sounded when they searched for me.
Then—there was one.
The only one left breathing.
And even that…
I could not hold.
I did not understand it.
Only that something was gone.
And inside me—
a cry I could not utter.
And I knew
I could not let anything else be taken.
Food had to be found.
After that, I did not wait.
I did not trust easily.
I pushed.
I fought.
I made space where there was none.
Because if I did not—
there would be nothing left.
And so I wandered.
Out the door.
From floor to floor.
And then—to the streets.
Days passed. Weeks followed.
No one came for me.
The rains came, and rain does not feel soft
when you have nowhere to go.
It stays.
It seeps.
It takes what little warmth remains.
I searched for food.
For shelter.
For something that would last.
I found none of it.
I slept on cold, hard cement—
stairwells, landings, corners.
Beings came and went.
Some kind.
Some not..
Scraps of food.
Hunger.
Pain.
I fell sick.
I was no longer moving much.
Not searching.
Not fighting.
Just… there.
When Angels came,
I did not resist.
Barely breathing,
I did not have the strength left to.
I remember being lifted.
Not gently.
Not roughly.
Just… carried.
From the cold floor.
From the stairwell.
From the place where I had stopped trying.
I did not know where I was going.
But I knew—
this was different.
The others passed.
These did not.
That is how close I was
to not being here at all.
When I came here—
where Angels stay—
I did what I had always done.
I fought for space.
I pushed forward.
I thought if I did not hold my place—
I would lose it again.
But here…
things were different.
Nothing was taken.
No one pushed me out.
No one made me leave.
So—
I stayed.
A place that did not let me go.
A new family.
A new beginning.
“The Stairwell” Photograph © Cats Hope™
“Goldie TianLu – A Space to Heal”
Photograph © Cats Hope™
“Goldie TianLu – Happy at Last”
Photograph © Cats Hope
“Goldie In Her Glory” Photograph © Cats Hope™
🔥 Editor’s Note — Cats Hope™
When she was brought in, it was clear she had been nursing. A search was made to locate her previous environment and any surviving kittens.
One kitten was later found alive and was cared for with bottle-fed formula.
Her story — and others like hers — are the reason Cats Hope™ exists.
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