08/12/2023
Talk is Cheap
(Rod here)
Honey's elderly 'owner' passed away and the siblings wanted nothing to do with the cat so they dumped her at KC Pet Project and walked away. Honey became quite distraught over the explosive change in her life and she began lashing out. She was labeled a biter and the staff at KCPP was terrified of her.
While at KCPP, Honey was diagnosed with cancer and she lost an eye, which didn't help things any. Her kidneys began to fail and for a short time, they treated her but abandoned that treatment due to her unpleasant demeanor. To recap, her owner died, the family dumped her at "the pound" where she lost an eye and was abandoned in a cage to die because they did not want to treat her kidney issues....and she bit anyone who came near.
WarmFuzzys and others found out about Honey's situation and began a search for someone who would step in and help Honey. Lots of talk, lots of talk, lots of cross-posting and no one stepped up. Talk is cheap and Honey was spiraling out of control.
I finally stepped in and said, "Enough! I'm bringing her home." Joy was not a fan of the idea and assured me that they would find a home soon. I replied that talk is cheap and that Honey would be my personal project.
The adoption process was weird because KCPP kept thinking we were going to foster Honey. "No, she is coming home." They were even afraid to put her in the carrier that we'd brought, and I assured them that she'd be fine and not to worry.
Honey wasn't mean, she was terrified. It took a while to gain her trust and eventually, Honey even became my bed buddy. She sat next to me every day and crawled in bed with me at night. We would listen to music together. (She loved country Gospel music) and we took her to the vet three times every week for intravenous fluids and kidney treatment. $$$
For the longest time, Honey did not want anything to do with anyone else but me but over time, Monty, our ambassador kitty, figured out her combination and they sort of became friends. One night, Joy and I were sitting on the sofa with some of our fur kids and Honey scooted over and cuddled next to Joy. We looked at each other and sadly shook our heads because we knew. Whenever there is a sudden, radical change in an animal's behavior, take note because they are probably saying goodbye.
Two days later, Honey's blood work went off the charts and she passed away. My heart was ripped from my chest over the loss of my one-eyed cranky old lady. With loving care, we gave Honey nearly one more year of life. She would have surely died a painful death in a short time at KCPP because no one took the time to understand what was happening in the fur kid's life.
Talk is cheap. If something has been cross posted 2-3 times, step in and do something. Rescuers rescue, cross posters cross post.
I miss Honey but I know she is waiting for me on the other side. I also know that taking care of this little lost soul made God happy.
Honey is but one of the hundreds of success stories at WarmFuzzys.
Yes, Honey was my personal mission as many others have been. I probably brought in as many critters as Joy did and I've still got some projects I am working on.
Step up and make a difference in someone's life and collect those success stories. It might not mean anything to anyone else but you and that life, but you'll know and sometimes that's all that matters.
I miss you, Honey. Take good care of Mom until I get there.
