Ugh, I'm going through a terrible time right now..so I wanted to share the only thing keeping me sane: my cats. We've been through so much together, and were it not for them depending on me, I probably wouldn't be here. But I know, without me, they would go to a shelter or worse..
My precious baby, Chantilly..rescued at 12-14 days old. Here's a progression, her brother died the same night I took them in, but my little fighter made it.
I first got her with fleas, anemia, ear mites, parasites, zero muscle mass and eventually coccidia..she literally was only a fur-covered skeleton. I've never made a better decision in my life than to rescue her. I only wish her brother could've held on a little longer.
I have five other cats, so prepare yourself for a post each!
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