Cruelty Free Jade

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This blog will be very different to any blog I’ve done so far, and I’ll probably never do one similar again. This week I had to face my biggest fear, it happened to me so suddenly that I didn’t have time to prepare myself for it. I had never allowed myself to even think about it before because I couldn’t imagine it happening and me getting through it. I’ll start from the beginning.

We had pets when I was younger; a dog named Amy who died when I was around 4/5 so I was too young to really be affected by it, and two guinea pigs, Snoopy and Eminem, who died when I was 8, I was sad when they died but I was still too young to feel the full force of death. I had badgered my parents for a pet constantly, as I imagine most children do, but my mum knew all too well the heartbreak of losing a pet and wouldn’t have any of it.

When I was 14 I lived with my mum and my older brother. My mum came home one night in November with a tiny kitten wrapped in a blanket. I’d never had a cat and I’d always been somewhat scared of them, I knew they could scratch and bite in defence when you tried to stroke them. My mum said his name was Hero and that she had found him, he had been left to die after a family moved out of their home and left him behind. He had been hurt before and he was left in an empty room in a box, both his water and food bowls were empty. My mum knew she couldn’t leave him there and turn her back on him so she scooped him up and brought him to us. As I mentioned before, we had never had a cat and we didn’t have a clue on what to do. He was petrified of us, and would hide under tables etc. We gave him tuna and milk (such stereotypes), and one of my friends gave us a spare litter tray. I loved him from the first night I met him, as soon as I looked into his giant eyes and saw the terror he was feeling. I didn’t force him to cuddle me and I didn’t harass him, I left him to run around our house as much as he liked. I would occasionally try to coax him out by showing him love and happiness, and eventually he softened towards me. We’d spend our nights tucked up on the sofa watching films and I swear, I’ve never been so protective over anything in my life.

Hero, the night we got him

He remained somewhat frightened of strangers but always felt ok if me, or my family was around. We tried to get him to play with toys, but he never did enjoy them. The first few months was strange for me, I’d miss him when I went to school and would want to remain with him. Throughout the years, we were inseparable when I was at home. We’d sleep together – well, he’d sleep on my head, we’d share onesies, we’d spoon whilst watching TV and he’d even accompany me on short walks. I loved him, I loved him more than you could ever imagine loving anything or anyone in this world.

After we’d had him for a little while, he went missing. It was January and it had been snowing for a few days. I was distraught. I couldn’t focus on anything and he’d never done this before. We put up a poster in our local newsagents but before it was even put up, my mum called me on my way to school to say he’d come home. The relief and the happiness was second to none. Little did we know, he would continue to play this trick on us a few more times.

He would wake me up at 4am to be let out, he’d harass me whilst I was cooking to feed him, he’d scratch at my boobs as he laid on me, he’d have the worst smelling food, but I swear to God, I adored every fibre of that cat. He would grow up to have a kitten with next door’s cat, and watch over his baby every day. He would get minor injuries but still continue to fight off any strange cat that came in to our garden. He would even lose a few teeth along the way. He would always be my brave little man.

Not long after my 18^th birthday, I became seriously ill. My health deteriorated to the point where I was bed bound and could barely stay awake for longer than 30 minutes a day. I remained seriously ill for months and for a long time, the doctors were unsure that I’d even survive, never mind carry on education (especially a degree) or be independent. It was terrifying and it was a lonely time. But by my side the whole time was Hero. From when I came home from the first doctor’s appointment to when I finally ate my first meal after months of no food whatsoever, to when I could walk without passing out, he was there through it all with me. The incredibly short amount of time that I spent awake each day was spent with him in my bed. He knew I wasn’t well, and he stayed with me.

I became interested in animal welfare issues which stemmed from my love for Hero. I felt a sense of protection against animals and he inspired me to become vegetarian and to really think about the impact I have on animals as a whole. I stopped buying products tested on animals and I became involved in animal rights. I knew Hero wasn’t the first abused pet, and I sadly knew he wouldn’t be the last.

I have been obsessed with Hero since I could remember, and I had loved him wholeheartedly since we met. I took endless photos and videos of him, that to anyone else was boring drivel. Everything he did was amazing to me. Nothing and no one ever compared to Hero, no family member, no friend, no boyfriend, no one. Hero and I knew each other inside and out. He was there when I was sad, and I knew when he was down.

Just last Saturday, 15^th July, I visited home. I wasn’t planning to do so, it was a random visiting. I knew as soon as I saw him that he wasn’t well. My mum had mentioned that he was drinking more than usual and eating less but we put it down to how hot it had been. I booked a vet appointment as soon as I could on Monday. That evening we took him to the vets where she told us he had severe dehydration. He had blood tests done for all of the major organs/illnesses it could be. Half an hour later, we had a call to say the blood tests indicated that it was his kidneys, and we had to get him to the hospital for 48 hours where he would remain on a drip. The morning after they called me to say he had perked up, and was eating. My mum and I were so happy, and so relieved.

At lunch time, the vets called again to say he had taken a turn for the worst. His only hope was a blood transfusion and even that might not be enough. I can’t put into words how heartbroken and devastated I was. I swear, I could feel my heart breaking. I felt so hopeless, so heartbroken, and there was nothing that I could do. They said if he didn’t improve within a few hours, then nothing could be done. Waiting for that call was heart-wrenching. Eventually it came, and his health had continued to decrease. We had to go and say our goodbyes.

Our last photo together, at the vets, waiting for his final tests

Think of every connotation under the sun for heartbroken, and that was me. The drive to the vets felt like the longest in history. My heart hurt and my brain felt numb. I couldn’t fathom what I had to face. I didn’t know how to say goodbye. When we arrived, he perked up, he was all over us and even eating his favourite treats. He was himself again. I was so confused and so happy, how could nothing be done when he was so like himself again? The vet said he had never seen this happen before, and we asked for further tests to be done so we could be sure. That half an hour in which we waited was the most precious thirty minutes I’ve ever had. I hugged Hero, I kissed him, I played with him, I told him I loved him over and over again. The tests came back marginally better but it wasn’t enough. If we didn’t say goodbye now, we’d only have to in the morning – if he pulled through for that long. We’d been at the vets now for around an hour and a half when we had to say goodbye. In this time, he had started to tire, and became weak again. It was clear that he had used his last burst of energy to say goodbye to us, and to hide his illness from us.

I held his paw the whole time, and I spoke to him throughout it. My brother was on holiday and so I facetimed him so he could also say goodbye. I stayed with him for around 10-15 minutes after he’d gone. He looked like himself again. He looked so perfect. We’d been at the vets for around 3-4 hours overall.

My brother and Hero

Within 24 hours of going to the vets, we had found out we had to say goodbye. As I sit writing this, a week ago today, I didn’t have a clue what I was about to face.

I know a lot of people have seen what I’ve been going through and think of me as overreacting or say ‘it’s just a cat’. You see, the people with that attitude are the same people that can’t connect the meat they eat with a dying animal, the same people that cry at Blackfish but will take their children to SeaWorld. He wasn’t just a cat to me, if a family member of yours died no one would say ‘they were just a human’. I hope for those that can’t empathise with me, that they never have to. I hope you never have to go through the heartbreak and the utter devastation that I had to face. I loved Hero, I still do, and you could never begin to imagine what I’m going through. I feel lost without him, I feel as though a chunk of my heart has been ripped out and it’ll never fully repair. I have lost family members, ones very close to me, but this could never compare. I had feared this day for a long time and for it to happen within 24 hours is something I could never describe.

I love him, I love him so so much. I would’ve done anything to save him, I’d have given every last penny I had, I would’ve switched places if I could. There is a void in my life now, and it’ll never go away. I don’t want to be happy without him here, I don’t want to carry on my life as normal because it isn’t normal anymore. I have loved animals so passionately for so long, I have cried when seeing roadkill, when seeing an animal I’ve never seen before, has died. To lose something so precious to me is indescribable.

He was the best thing that ever happened to me. We saved his life, but in many ways he saved mine. To carry on with life is hard, to pretend he never existed or as though my heart hasn’t been shattered into a million pieces is too much.

Eventually, I’ll look to rescue a cat from a shelter, but right now, my heart isn’t prepared. Please, always adopt. Don’t profit the pockets of a breeder. There are so many mini Heros looking for a home and love.

I want to thank all of the vets that looked after Hero, but especially David at The Park Vet Group in Glenfield. You were so sweet and so kind. I couldn’t have wished for a better vet to look after him.

I want to thank all of my friends and my mum’s friends for doing everything you could to help us, and for looking after us both.

I want to thank James, you’ve helped me through the darkest time of my life, and you never fail to keep me going.

Hero joining in with James and I

I want to thank my mum. We helped each other get through this, and we continue to do so. Both of our hearts broke together and we somehow managed to keep going. We never gave up hope and we never stopped fighting for him.

My mum and Hero

Hero, my baby, I love you. I will never not miss you, and my heart will never not hurt. I wish I could’ve saved you. I’m so sorry. You meant the world to me, no one could ever understand just how much I adored you. You were too good for this world. Heaven needed a furry angel and there was no better than you. I love you, sleep tight.

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First of all I want to apologise for my lack of posts! I recently got a full-time job that now occupies my time and I have also been reluctant to post on here as I’m not happy with the look of my blog, but this is something I’m working on so bear with!

We all know my stance on zoos after my post in May. But sometimes there are blurred lines when it comes to what constitutes a zoo environment and what can be as somewhat of a sanctuary for the animals. A primary difference is, of course, money. But what is also important is the breed of animal, their natural habitat, the size of the enclosure and if they are actually helping the animals.

This takes me to my trip to Trentham Monkey Forest back in September. I should probably highlight that I didn’t pay to go as my boyfriend used to work these during his summers and so got free tickets. When he first got the job there I wasn’t best pleased, but I pride myself on not forcing my beliefs and opinions on others. I don’t think you should ever guilt trip anyone in to thinking the same as you, you can only educate but never discriminate. The Monkey Forest portrayed to me everything that I hated about zoos and so I never took him up on the offer to go around the place.

As my views on animals got stronger, I began to research into more and more things and the forest was one of them. I believe that you should always educate yourself on every aspect of something before making presumptions and this is something that I had failed to do prior to making my mind up on the forest. Upon reading I found that although how the animals had got there was a blur, the rehabilitation programme was comforting. They claim themselves that “over 600 Barbary macaques have already been successfully re-introduced into their natural habitat in the Atlas Mountain in Morocco”. This is something that zoos claim to do but provide no evidence on and in reality, it very rarely happens. The park only has one breed of monkey, the Barbary macaques and they are endangered. The fact that over 600 have been successfully moved back into their habitat is amazing, as well as 72 babies being born in the park.

Upon arrival at the park, the first thing that took me by surprise was the sheer size of the park – it was massive. With 60 acres of land and 140 monkeys, the ratio seemed perfect. Another thing that I didn’t expect was NO cages. Not one cage, not one box, nothing. There is an initial fence that the public enter through but that was it, and the trees tower over this. Therefore I think that the fence is primarily there to control the humans. Seeing the animals in what seemed a calm, relaxing environment was very reassuring to me. Also, due to the vast size of the forest, the public can only see about 15% of it as the rest is covered in trees and streams of water. This also made me happy as it meant that the animals weren’t trapped for us to see, they were free to roam wherever they wanted to, even if that meant me nearly tripping over them!

The picturesque park and the roaming animals were enough for me to feel that this park is not entirely a money-grabbing exhibition but rather somewhat of a sanctuary. For me, I would rather them be in their natural habitat in a mountain range in Morocco and be able to live their lives as they wish but with the Barbary macaques being endangered and this being a positive rehabilitation programme, I believe that this is a happy compromise in our current world.

Happy World Monkey Day!

What do you think to the grey areas? Have you ever been to the forest?

Thank you for reading, my lovelies,

Jade

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Whenever it comes to preparing myself for a special event or when I've had a stressful day, I go to Lush's bath bombs. I put my hand in to 'The Experimenter' (see my previous Cyanide review) as a lucky dip and pulled out the 'Yoga' bath bomb.

I was very intrigued by the bath bomb because it was probably the most plainest of the bath bombs I have ever seen from Lush. It was a plain orange ball, very far removed from the previous 'Cyanide' bath bomb I used. But the smell was captivating. As soon as I took the bomb out of the box, I was hit with a spicy citrus scent which stems from the sandalwood encased.

'Yoga' Bath Bomb (the blue is from another bath bomb)

Right, let's speed along to the main part. I usually put my bombs in once my bath is ready (sometimes I do it a few minutes earlier). With 'Yoga' I put it in as my bath was ready and when I'm trying out a new bomb, this is usually (for me) the most exciting part. I anticipate the whizzing, wurring and explosion of colours. However, when I put 'Yoga' in, I was presented with a sad plop into the water and a bomb that just bopped around. Nevertheless, I stood and waited for the show.

I waited and I waited and I waited. I waited for a good ten minutes and nothing. All that happened was an orangey/yellow colour filled the bath, and the odd bubble. Once in the water, the bomb itself was captivating but that was probably the highlight. Conscious of the temperature drop of the water, I reluctantly got in.

'Yoga' Doing its Thing

The feel of the water was immediately relaxing. It had an oily texture to it which made my skin feel silky smooth. This was a lovely feeling but it didn't distract me from the disappointment of the aesthetics. The only physically attractive feature to the bath bomb was Lush's signature glitter addition which is always a bonus. But sadly, not enough.

It is rare that halfway through my bath, any of the bomb remains. However, 'Yoga' had only decreased half in size but was now pouring out blue, green and purple. I was gutted that it had taken so long to do anything (20+ minutes) and that I had missed out of having a much prettier bath. However, it didn't change the overall colour of the bath (this could've been because I was in the bath).

'Yoga' Post Fizz

When I left the bath, my skin was left moisturised and feeling lovely. Sadly, for me, the positives to this bomb, didn't weight out the underwhelming elements to it. More than anthing, it lacked atmosphere. However, I have since looked at other people's reviews of this bath bomb and they had very different results. I either had a dud one, or I was just impatient! I will always love and use Lush bath bombs, but this one won't make it to my top ten.

Have you used this one before? If so, how did it go?

What's your favourite Lush bath bomb?

Where: Lush

Price: £4.25

Thank you for reading, my lovelies,

Jade

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