I drive by where I rescued you almost daily, and wonder to this day how someone could dump a badly crippled beautiful kitten in such a horrible area.I felt so happy when I finally found you scared to death in that tiny alley between buildings, and breathed a huge sigh of relief that you couldn't get out the other side where buses, and trucks sped by. I took you home that day, and cried at how badly broken up your hind leg was, but felt better the next day when the vets told me it was a birth defect that could have been corrected when you were tinier. You went out so many times for adoption, and after too many times of people seeing you as a less than perfect kitten, and me seeing all your beauty, I decided enough was enough, and no more adoption days. You became mine that day. I cherished you for not enough yesr though. Testy tortie girl that you were, you'd only take so much loving before those paws came up and smacked me. And you'd tolerate only so much of my working the matts out of your lovely silky long fur, before you started smacking. I always knew when to stop, and you were such a tolerant tortie. Dentistry was so badly needed when after the antirobe ran out, and you didn't want to eat, I knew it was time. Probably a bit overtime. I was devestated to find out that when they shaved off some of your matts your skin was so thin, and elastic. I'd pulled, and worked the matts off you for years.
Bloodwork showed nothing terribly abnormal, so why did you end up with an 8" long triangular gash across your chest, stapled together by over a dozen staples?
Dentistry and de-matting should NOT have lead to your leaving me at less than 10 years old. I have a huge bill to pay, and you're not here Bonnie.
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RIP my sweet tempermental tortie girl. I'll always miss you.
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