Over the Rainbow

🌹 Goodbye, sweet Rosita 💔

Our gentle old lady, Rosita, has crossed the rainbow bridge. After being returned to the shelter at 15 years old, we discovered she had terminal cancer. All we could do was ease her pain and surround her with love.

She spent almost two peaceful weeks in our care — short, but filled with warmth, tenderness, and dignity. 🌈 Though her time was brief, she left this world knowing she was safe and loved.

Run free now, Rosita. Your pain is over, and you will never be forgotten. 🕊️💕

Pixie was only with us for a short while, but she filled every moment with magic. 🧚‍♀️ Small as a pixel, yet with the spirit of a fairy, she had already fought so bravely, shown us how much strength could live inside such a tiny body.

But yesterday, her body could no longer keep up with her spirit...
She suffered for a few hours, and we did everything we could to soothe her, to let her feel only warmth and love as her soul flew over the rainbow. 🌈

It is impossible not to feel broken. We're sharing Pixie’s story, to remind you why World Animal Day matters. And hat we should celebrate these amazing beings every single day. Too many tiny lives are abandoned, fragile, and left to struggle alone. She should have had a chance to grow, play, and be loved for years. Instead, she had only weeks.

Pixie, we will remember you as the little fairy who came to sprinkle magic into our lives, even if only for a short time.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever. 🖤🤍

Sometimes, the kindest thing we can do is to hold a fragile life with gentle hands — even when the ending is beyond our control.

She was brought to safety - but we were too late to save her.

She came from Pata Rât, one of the poorest, most marginalized areas around Cluj-Napoca. A kind person who saves animals from that community brought her to the public dog shelter, hoping someone could help. She was in a terrible state.

Thin as air. Dehydrated. Her eye swollen, filled with pus. Her ear was infected, crusted, full of blood and old abscesses. She was in too much pain and too weak to cry.

She didn’t resist. She leaned into the doctors’ hands - like she knew they were trying to help.

She was admitted right away. Given fluids. Antibiotics. Pain relief. Warmth. Gentle voices.

She was named Frankie II and we hoped that the ending would be happy - like in the case of the first Frankie. For two days, she had what she had probably never known before: peace, safety, and care.

But behind the visible wounds, something worse was hiding.

Imaging revealed a tumor, likely cancer, growing inside her skull. It had invaded the cranial bone, the orbit of her eye, and the temporomandibular joint - the very place that allows the jaw to open. That’s why she couldn’t eat, couldn’t meow, couldn’t rest without pain and the left eye was damaged.

There was nothing left to try. No way to operate. No chance to save her.

So we did the only thing we could: we let her go.

In soft and warm arms, kissed and whispered to. She didn’t leave the world the way she came into it - forgotten and in pain. She left loved.

We’re heartbroken. We carry her story with us, and we wish the ending had been different.

We will start a project to help more cats from the area.

And we won’t forget her.