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Boo

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Boo

Last week I met this cutie about a block from my home. She looks so much like my baby girls Speckles and Lily 😍

She had a collar on and always hung out at the same block of apartments 🏡 It was likely she had a home, but, she was so skinny! I could feel her spine when I patted her. I have been feeding her all last week. I decided to go on an adventure on Friday by catnapping her for a vet visit.

Boo at the vet

It turned out her name is Boo and she is 15 years old!  She is microchipped and desexed. She had fleas, bad teeth and possibly hyperthyroidism (which would explain why she is thin).  The vet gave her flea treatment and reviewed her general health. The vet didn’t want to do any invasive procedures without owner consent.

Boo and I went back to where she had been hanging out.  After a few door knocks I found the owner.  The owner was an older lady who has TWO tortie girls (a reflection of my future self?!).  The owner was nice and said she takes care of the cat, which I believe is true.  She admitted that she sometimes skips the monthly flea treatment – obviously not a good idea.

I told her that I took Boo to the vet, and the Boo needs some dental work. I told her about the fleas and the importance of monthly flea treatment.  She was appreciative of the information.  We spoke for a while about both of our cats.

I suggested she take Boo and her other cat to the vet again.  She said that she will.  I left my phone number and said she can contact me about the cats in future.

I have no doubt I will see the cats again during my evening walks.  I am glad to know that Boo has a human and a place to call home.  I will still give treats and cuddles on my way.  I hope Boo gets the treatments she is desperately in need.

Please take care of your pets.  They depend on us to do right by them.

Boo

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Dear Rocko (part 1 of 2)

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Rocko

Dear Rocko,

I hope you are settling in well. I remember when I first saw your family in the January of 2015. I noticed little Felix first. He was dragging one of his back feet. Of course at the time I didn’t know he was a he. I cried that night, and again the next night. I wanted to help you all but you were so scared of me. I kept coming back every night that first week to check up on you guys. It wasn’t a safe neighbourhood either. I remember one night when someone smashed the window of a neighbour’s vehicle and people were being chased down the road. I was hiding in my car praying for my safety.

I wanted you all to come with me. I got you and two of the other young boys. I nearly had your mum, but alas she was too quick and escaped my trap. I came to your house every evening for nearly a month. Do you remember? I brought cans of tuna and treats to entice you. Did it work? I think something did, because here you are.

I know one of the other youngsters went to the pound. The human who was feeding you took him or her. I hope he/she was rehomed. He/she was young. Adjusting is easy when you are young, right? Is that why it is so hard for you? You are just not that young.

I was very happy when the human who was feeding you caught Felix. Of course he wasn’t named Felix then. I, with the help of another rescue volunteer, took Felix to the Emergency Vet Clinic. It was a Friday night and there was nothing I’d rather have done than save that little life. It was at the Emergency Vet we found out that Felix was a boy. A brave little boy. The vet said he was fighting septicaemia and immediate amputation was required for any hope of saving his life. Even then, the vet said, it was a 50-50 survival chance. I couldn’t say no. So we took the chance and little Felix went into surgery.

Felix, just after surgery Jan 2015

I was clinging to my phone the whole next day. I kept calling the vet asking for updates. The surgery was successful. Felix the tripod survived his amputation surgery. After 10 days at the Emergency Vet and a few thousand dollars later, Felix was winning the hearts of all the vet staff. So much so that one of the vet nurses decided to be his forever human. I was very happy. Are you Rocko?

Felix, a few days after surgery Jan 2015

I can’t remember if you were with me or not during that time. I think you were. I think you were the first to come home with me. Then Felix and then Sherlock. Sherlock was fostered by another lady whose family ended up adopting Sherlock. It didn’t take much for Felix and Sherlock to warm up to humans. I guess they were young.

You didn’t warm to up me much. I can understand. I took you from your family. I cried thinking about that. I wanted to take you back. I saw the distress in your eyes. You lived in my spare room for nearly a year. I had to keep you there because I couldn’t take you to the vet. I needed to make sure you were healthy before I introduced you to the girls. I wanted to desex you, it calmed you down. I called so many people for help, but nobody helped, until this one couple.

Well it was really the man. I don’t know how he did it but he got you into your carrier. I heard lots of noises that evening, what were you doing? You were fighting the man. What did you think he was going to do to you? We just wanted you to get into the carrier and go see the vet. I am sorry you had to stay in the carrier all night. I didn’t know what else to do. But it wasn’t so bad was it? You see Rocko, I do all I do and have done all I have done because I love you. I want to give you a healthy, stress free life. I hope one day you will understand.

The next day you went to the vet. I know you were sleeping most of the time you were at the vet. You had to so the vet could examine you. I know we took your boy bits out, but trust me it was for your own good. You don’t want any more children do you?

Well the vet said you are one healthy boy! I was very glad! I am sure you were too because you finally got to come out of that room and you met the girls Lily and Speckles.

To be Continued…

#EverydayInspiration Day Eight