11/15/2025
π HAPPY TAILS π I believe when crawled into that sticker bush along that busy road out in the middle of nowhere, he did so knowing he wouldn't come back out.
At just barely 4 months old, he was sick, starved, severely dehydrated, so very weak, and all alone in this great big world. π₯Ί As he lay there with cars buzzing past, did he ever dream how vastly different his life could (SHOULD) have been? Could he have imagined the miracle that was about to happen as he let out one last, weak cry for help?
The passerby who, by the grace of God, was standing at that intersection (where there is literally NOTHING but some road construction) heard his faint meow and took just a moment to look down. That last, weak cry... and that brief glimpse down set a miracle in motion.
The passerby walked away, leaving Nick in the bush. But he couldn't get the little kitty off his mind, so he started making some calls to see if someone else would help.
Someone DID help. An entire village pulled together to save this forgotten baby.
π Rescuers racing to him, praying he was still alive when they got there.
π Emergency veterinarians racing to save this tiny, critical baby, who spent two days in the ICU.
π A small community of animal-lovers who chipped in money for his medical care because they believed in him.
π Loving foster families who nursed his body and his spirit back to health.
When he let out that weak cry for help, could Nick have possibly known the LOVE, TENDERNESS, and FIGHT that would follow?
If he didn't, he does now. π₯Ή Nick didn't just survive, he thrived. He knows what it feels like to be genuinely loved and valued. He knows what a full tummy, a healthy coat, and being feels like now.
My eyes still fill with tears when I try to imagine how hurt and scared he must have been, or what he might have been thinking as he lay their dying. And then I look at who he is today and my heart is full.
Last night, I watched Nick fall in love with Colleen. They explored one another - they connected. He reached up and gently caressed her face as she stared so lovingly into his eyes. Nick was supposed to be here. He was supposed to find Colleen. π
We are honored to not only play a small part in God's plan, but to watch this soul-moving interaction between these two beautiful beings.
Go grow up, sweet Nicky. Mamas, Krissy, Kristie, Tami, and Ruth will forever hold your precious soul in our hearts. Thank you for that one, last, weak cry for help. Thank you for letting us be a part of your incredible journey.