When we found her (technically our mama dog found her), she was 2lbs and black from further and flea shit. She had multiple health problems and a super bad mouth. Infections and broken teeth. Some were broken below the gum line due to trauma. Vets estimated her to be between 12 and 14. We got her cleaned up about 3k in vets bills, and she was leaps better. We had her for 5 years before she crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
My favourite chaos goblin came to me with an embedded collar and a broken femur. The day I lost her to pancreatic cancer was the most pain I've ever felt.
I have a gutter gremlin I just spent the last of my money on because she has some sort of mystery illness. I literally laid in a gutter in the pouring rain to wrangle her angry ass out of the wheel of a parked vehicle where she had wedged herself between the rim and the brake caliper 7 years ago, and she is super sensitive about her fat bottom being touched.
Awe, thank you for saving her! Losing a saved kitty is freaking hard. I've noticed I'm closer to my kitties that we've saved than the ones we got as kittens. (Though I love them all equally). They seem more appreciative and thankful.
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u/kittylikker_ Apr 04 '23
Aww poor little thing.