In April 2017, I was traveling in Vietnam with my dog, the cat, and we were on a shopping trip to an outdoor market when the sun came up.
We stopped for lunch at the market, and I had the chance to feed my cat.
When I returned home with my food, I found her lying in my lap with her tail tucked into her belly.
She was already out of sight, but I knew she was okay.
It was almost 10 p.m. and I was already feeling pretty tired.
The next day, I woke up the next morning to find the cat had been taken away.
The vets took her home, but they told me the vet couldn’t perform a necropsy because of her age and because of the way she had been left.
They told me that her kidneys and liver had failed, and that she would need to be put down.
When she arrived at a hospital in Hanoi in early June, the doctor had no idea what had happened.
She told me she’d been left for dead.
It wasn’t until the next day that I learned what had really happened: my cat had died.
I went to the vet, where I was told she’d died of kidney failure and liver failure.
I was shocked.
I never thought she would be euthanized.
The vet said she’d had a seizure and had died in a few hours.
She didn’t tell me the reason for her death.
I had no way of knowing what I was going through at that point.
I’m not going to lie: I cried.
I still cry today.
I don’t want to let go of her.
As a Vietnamese-American woman, I’ve had a lot of experiences with people who have been mistreated or abused by their families.
There was a time when I was afraid of the police, and the fear of violence kept me from walking out of my house.
But I’m glad I did.
Nowadays, I am a vegan.
I can walk into any store in the city and find a product I like and make it myself, without having to worry about my health.
But the truth is, the situation is different in Vietnam than it is in the United States, where people are often more aware of the plight of animals and the cruelty of animal agriculture.
I have a cat myself and she’s a loyal companion.
My husband and I live in New York City, where most people don’t know how much we love cats and would never want to harm them.
But my cat is a beautiful creature.
She’s just as important to us as her siblings.
My wife is a vegetarian, but she loves my cat as much as she loves her cat, so she never misses a chance to make vegan food for our cat.
My daughter, who is five years old, is the youngest of four siblings.
We have a dog, but that dog has to be on leash every day because he gets hurt or attacked.
Our cat has to stay in the house, and she needs to be spayed or neutered if she wants to go out.
But our cat and I don and can afford to live in luxury in a big city.
We’re happy that we’re able to live like this in the middle of nowhere.
It is possible to be a vegan in Vietnam without breaking the law.
People are just trying to live their lives.
We all do it because it’s easier than going to jail or prison.
Even if I was convicted of a crime, I would have to be sentenced to life.
So I believe we are doing the right thing for our animals.
We are not just protecting our animals from cruelty.
It’s more than protecting our lives.
When people are not doing anything, they just keep their eyes off of animals.
They can’t see the cruelty, and they can’t do anything about it.
I hope that this article has given you some insight into the struggles of Vietnamese-Americans and others living in the U.S. today.
And I hope you’ll consider becoming vegan.
Related: A Guide to Making Vegan Food in Vietnam, Part I, Part II, and Part III of Vegan Nation