Headed For Furever, Inc. (2025)

16/07/2025

Millie is such a little miracle ✨️

Once again, she has made it back to our care. Today she was treated with IV antibiotics, more fluids, and was bathed to remove the fleas and maggots. All of that blood is "flea dirt", or her digested blood. No wonder she is so anemic 😭. She can't regulate her own body temperature, so bathing her was too risky for us to do comfortably. We're thankful our amazing veterinary team took on that job where we knew she was safe and properly monitored.

Millie returned to us, took a short nap in her incubator, and had no complaints about waking up for dinner. Her resilience is amazing. For now we will be monitoring her 24/7 to ensure her body temperature and blood sugar remain stable. She is on two different antibiotics and steroids as well.

Fingers crossed this little one can pull through. 💚🙏💪

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https://venmo.com/code?user_id=3252697079742464481

🤍 𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐏𝐚𝐥: https://www.paypal.me/headedforfurever

**Facebook has decided that not only can pages not post pictures and videos together, but now we can only post one video at a time! So those are in the comments 😤😡🙄**

15/07/2025

Mighty Millie is still fighting! 💪❤️‍🩹

We almost lost her this morning. She dropped her temperature and glucose again. She was unresponsive, but was still breathing and had a heart beat. We were able to stabilize her, and she bounced right back. Within an hour she was up and eating again.

She loves to cuddle, and was sitting in my lap. Imagine my surprise when she stood up and there were MAGGOTS crawling on my leg 🤢. They weren't there yesterday, and multiple people checked her over. They were crawling out of her a**s and v***a. (Vidoes in the comments)

She was re-hospitalized for more IV antibiotics, fluids, and repeat bloodwork. Not only is she critically anemic, but battling an infection that the maggots are drawn to. The combination is causing her to be so sick. Her hematocrit went from 7 to 9 yesterday after her "mini" blood transfusion (it only took 3mL she's so tiny 🥹).

Its a miracle Millie has made it this far. She clearly wants to live. She's fighting so hard. We're crossing all of our fingers and toes for more miracles.

In addition to Millie, we had over a dozen cats in for spay/neuter today. Our vet bills quickly climbed into the thousands, and we are grateful for donations in any amount. 💝

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https://venmo.com/code?user_id=3252697079742464481

🤍 𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐏𝐚𝐥: https://www.paypal.me/headedforfurever

"It made a difference for that one..." ⭐️

15/07/2025

🆘️❤️‍🩹 𝗠𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 ❤️‍🩹🆘️

𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒕, 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆! 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒄, 𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈. 🪲🤢

Millie is about 6 weeks old and only weighs 8oz! A healthy kitten at this age should be double that, and most are approaching 2lbs. She might be the most emaciated yet. ⚖️

👀🤒 Her eyes were completely crusted shut with infection, and she was breathing through her mouth due to the snot clogging her little nose.

I have never seen a kitten with gums this pale. The fleas caused such severe anemia her gums, nose, and ears are ghostly white. 💔

When she arrived there was only minutes to get her care. I gave her dextrose to raise her blood sugar, warm subcutaneous fluids, and started warming her on the drive. She shocked me when she not only stopped seizing, but sat up and yelled at me!

⚕️ She survived the race to the vet, and critical care was started immediately. They were able to raise her blood sugar, normalize her temperature, rid her of the hundreds of fleas sucking her blood, and drain the pus from her eyes.

As expected, she was so anemic she shouldn't be alive, let alone awake! There was no choice but to try a blood transfusion to give her a chance. 🩸

To everyone's surprise, she not only woke up, but woke up with things to do and started eating on her own and walking around! 🎉🙌

She's nowhere near out of the woods, but she's over the biggest hurdle. Shes being treated for mycoplasma caused by the flea infestation, and being treated with IV fluids, antibiotics, steroids, and eye drops. We will repeat her bloodwork and see if she will require another blood transfusion.

This little one is a walking miracle. She definitely takes the cake for not only the skinniest sickest, and most anemic, but also the most feisty and determined! 💪

If you've ever had to seek emergency veterinary care or a blood transfusion, you know how expensive this type of care is. But when they want to fight, we're always here to fight with them regardless of the cost! After a much needed break, we dove head first back into rescue and have spent thousands the last few weeks. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟐𝟎 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬! 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 $𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 🙀

🙏We are in desperate need of donations to help cover the cost of Millie's care, pay the remainder of the bills from the last week, and for the 60 cats we will provide care for throughout the end of July! Every single donations helps us save these little ones, and are very much appreciated.

💚 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐨: headedforfurever under the business category
https://venmo.com/code?user_id=3252697079742464481

🤍 𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐏𝐚𝐥: https://www.paypal.me/headedforfurever

Let's go Mighty Millie! We've got this. 🐾🫶

11/07/2025

𝟭 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟯𝟰 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲!! 🏡🥹😻

Yesterday my dad texted me that he was bringing a friendly cat home from work so we could find him an indoor home. If you know my dad, you know this is a common occurrence 😅. About a week ago, this gorgeous monster showed up there. The lovely couple that lives in front of the business cares for many feral cats we've helped TNVR over the years. Goose hit the jackpot when he chose there for his next meal.

When he got here, it was obvious he was someone's beloved pet. He was SO friendly. He just wanted to be in my lap licking my face like a dog 😅. I flea treated him, got some of the burrs and mats out, and put him to bed for the night, with the plan to scan him and make a post today.

This morning as I was doom scrolling on Facebook, a lost post came up. The picture immediately caught my eye. The weird thing is, I don't follow the page that it was posted on. It was one of those "you might like" posts. The cat was identical, but he was missing from NEWARK and found 34 miles away in LIMA. I messaged the woman that posted and told her about the cat I have. We were both confused by the distance. Once I video called her, we were quite sure it was him. I dug around to find my microchip scanner, and sure enough it was Goose!! Tonight he was reunited with his parents, and has a lot of explaining to do!

If your beloved pet isn't microchipped, this is your sign to do it, and do it now! It's quick, easy, and no more uncomfortable than a shot. Most don't even flinch when we do it! It can mean the difference between them coming home one day. Once we get our next grant disbursement, I plan to do a low cost microchipping day here at the shelter because it is SO important!

Welcome home Goose! 🐾💚

**I don't think this should need to be said, but this isn't the place for anyone's opinions on indoor outdoor cats. Like children, cat parents have the right to weigh the risks and make their own judgements on if they want THEIR cat to be allowed outside! Negative comments towards this lovely couple will not be tolerated. This is a place of love, support, and celebration ALWAYS! 🫶**

10/07/2025

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬!! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩! 😿💔

A few mornings ago a post came across our page with this young cat trapped on the median of Mt. Read Blvd. He had been dumped there. Left for dead with no care in the world. There were four lanes of traffic zooming by him. It was rush hour. He had been there for FOUR DAYS. It was inevitable he would tempt fate soon, desperate for food and water. He was going to be hit and killed.

𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲. 𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 $600 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐝.

𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓? 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒏𝒐𝒕? 𝑰𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑰'𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.
So on no sleep after spending the night cleaning the shelter, I grabbed a red bull, threw a trap, carrier, and case of food in my jeep and up I went.

I parked, ran across traffic, and found him here. Huddled under the guard rail, terrified, starving, thirsty, and clearly friendly. I knew he was too scared for a carrier, so I got the trap. The looks I got from the passerbies on their way to work was hysterical. People were being honked at for not going on green. I can laugh now, but then I was so afraid he'd spook and run into traffic. It took about half an hour for him to gain the confidence to go in the trap. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆.

The moment we got to my jeep he relaxed. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅. It was the sweetest thank you I've ever gotten. He slept the whole way home, and has spent the last two days laying in his fluffy bed purring his heart out. He's just so happy to be alive. I wish I knew his story, or who did this to him. I don't know how people can be so cruel.

There is absolutely nothing worse than being down and out for this kitten season. I HATE being closed. Normally, this is the time of year I'm TNVRing all of the ferals. Trapping and socializing dozens of angry kittens. Taking on every medical mess I can find. I can't do anything. It is driving me crazy. I have three full TNVR days (20 cats each day) to spay and neuter coming up I cant use. 60 cats could be given the gift of immunity to preventable disease. There should be 60 less cats out there reproducing.

This rescue is my heart, soul, and passion. I would give my life to be able to keep making a difference. I hate swallowing my pride and asking for help. But I need help. Even $1 will bring us one step closer to being back on our feet. There are so many babies out there suffering. It's killing me to sit on the sidelines. 💔

💚 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐨: headedforfurever under the business category
https://venmo.com/code?user_id=3252697079742464481

🤍 𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐏𝐚𝐥: https://www.paypal.me/headedforfurever

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04/07/2025

Ted is HOME! 🏡🎉🐈‍⬛️

I've never been so thankful to write those words, and for the gift of having him back here with me where he belongs. These past few days have been the most terrifying and trying from so many angles.

I have a much longer post I want to write about my sweet boy and his journey, but tonight we are tired and cuddling in bed. It can wait. Right now, I just want to love him.

First, I just wanted to give all of his amazing supporters a quick update, and more importantly a huge THANK YOU.

After a few days of intense care, Ted is almost totally back to himself. His UTI is beginning to clear, so urine is no longer thick and bloody. He also had a surprise procedure on his re**um that we weren't anticipating to address a stricture caused by his abuse two years ago. The scar tissue created a band that prevented him from pooping properly, and left him extremely constipated and sick. Thankfully it was successful, and he has stopped vomiting and resumed eating.

Three days in the hospital with many medications, sedation, tests, and surgery have left us with a costly bill, but holding him and hearing his purr again will always be worth every single penny. We haven't quite covered it yet, but nothing could ever put a price on the love he and I share. I can never appropriately say thank you to everyone that donated to saving my soul cats life. Ted is the reason I wake up, eat, sleep, and breathe. Tonight, I am just beyond grateful to have him here. 💚🐾

02/07/2025

Please keep Ted in your thoughts and prayers. He's currently hospitalized with a horrible UTI and my heart is breaking.

For those of you that don't know Ted, he came to me two years ago after suffering horrendous abuse at the hands of humans. He was stomped on and sexually assaulted. He had numerous fractures and had to have a radical PU surgery to remove his p***s. He was never supposed to do a lot of things: walk, run, climb stairs, or jump. Slowly, he regained the ability to do all of those things and lives the absolute best life traveling the world with me.

The only thing he didn't regain was the ability to use the litterbox. This just means he wears a diaper and the cutest onesie. He's never minded it one bit. Unfortunately, that comes with issues like UTIs and skin breakdown. We've been fortunate to go so long without a single problem.

This week, our luck ran out. He began vomiting, stopped eating, and his body temperature dropped. We went to the vet yesterday, and antibiotics were started. Today, he looked even worse and was so cold and only able to take a few steps. He's so dehydrated he lost 1lb in just a week. He's now hospitalized on IV fluids, antibiotics, and anti nausea meds. He has very bloody urine with crystals, and will need to be on prescription food for the rest of his life.

If anyone is willing and able to donate for my soul child I would be so grateful. I have never loved something as much as I do Ted. He is the reason I've survived the past year of my life. Without him, I honestly don't think I would still be on this earth. Every moment of every day he is there for me. Every night he sleeps on my face. Every road trip he is my trusty Co pilot.

Every bad day, he licks away my tears. He means everything to me and more. Despite the horrors inflicted by humans, he is the most loving, caring, and charismatic boy in the world. I would go to all ends of the earth to have many more years with him. My heart is shattered at the thought of losing him at only two years old.

💚 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐨: headedforfurever under the business category
https://venmo.com/code?user_id=3252697079742464481

🤍 𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐏𝐚𝐥: https://www.paypal.me/headedforfurever

I rescue for cats like Ted. The ones that no one else will give a chance to. The ones that take the extra work are the ones that deserve it the most. And in return for saving him, he saved me.

Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. I can't do this world without him.

02/07/2025

It makes me incredibly sad that the rescue world can be so cruel and unfair. I've written and deleted this post so many times because I hate being vulnerable. This beautiful woman's death really hit home hard. What she went through isn't the rarity in rescue, but rather a way too common occurrence.

Before I rescued, I'd never imagine heading down this journey could be anything but heartwarming and rewarding. I knew it would be hard and sad at times, absolutely, but not literally life altering.

Until I rescued and heard things said to and about me, I'd never even consider taking my life, especially not due to the words of others. As I've traveled this road, I absolutely understand and have experienced firsthand why people are driven to it. I can honestly say that at times, I've truly thought that ending my life may be the only way out. I've heavily considered quitting on many occasions, or moving out of state and starting new.

Rescue becomes your entire personality. All of your time, energy, focus, money, and thoughts are consumed by it. When the name you've worked so hard to make for yourself is attacked, belittled, and demolished, it can be earth-shattering. It's not dramatic or over exaggerated to say you feel like your entire identity is in question.

When we start rescuing, it is most of our life-long dreams to make a difference and save these innocent lives. I personally saw it as my Cinderella story and definition of happily ever after. There's something unique about being ridiculed for doing the work we do that just hits differently than any other insult I've ever heard. I think it's because rescue is genuinely our passion, and we pour our heart and soul into it. Every life we take in, we're volunteering to put our hearts on the line for. In my mind, I see and love every single cat as my own. Every loss I grieve as I do for my own pets. Even when they're adopted out years before, my heart physically hurts when one passes.

The nature of rescue itself causes us to carry grief with us every single day. Visions of tiny paws we held as they crossed the bridge because help came too late. The "what ifs" of our own choices haunt us daily. Every lesson we learn is learned the hard way. But for those lives lost, we find solace knowing we tried our best. They didn't die suffering alone, cold, terrified, and starving, but instead knew true love, kindness, a full belly, and warm fuzzy bed they wouldn't have otherwise. No matter how short our time with them, we're blessed to give them peace, and to not leave the world never knowing that they mattered. We accept the grief that comes with those losses. We'd sacrifice our heart and carry that grief a thousand times over to give them the world for the short time we were able.

The part that isn't bearable is to carry that grief with the added weight of judgment by others. It's hard to put into words what it feels like when the whole world seems to be against you. Despite doing your best, there will always be a voice telling you that you aren't good enough. It's not easy to say just ignore them. Some days they're louder, and sometimes there's too many of them. Even with a thousand people cheering you on, the handful that hate you becomes overwhelmingly loud.

Hearing ridicule about something that you've devoted every ounce of your spirit to is a pain I wish no one had to experience. It's the only kind of pain that I've experienced that could easily push someone to end their life. When rescue is your life, feeling like there is an army against you to destroy it will leave you defeated, hopeless, broken, and empty. The love rescuers have for animals is all-encompassing and the reason many of us live. Envisioning a life without that love is like picturing a black, cold, lonely, empty eternity. There's no reason to live when you feel like the entire world is going black.

The worst (yet somehow simultaneously best) part is that rescue is your whole life. There's no separation between personal life and rescue life. It's not a job where you can go to work and then come home and shut it off or tune it out. It is your home. It is the first thing you wake up for in the morning and the last thing you do before bed. It's often the times you drag yourself out of bed in the middle of the night too. It's there for birthdays, holidays, and weekends. In sickness and in health. It never leaves. It never stops or even slows down. There's never a break. And because of this, your personal life and who you are outside of rescue often gets dragged into the chaos.

Your personal phone is always ringing. Your social media is always blowing up with tags. Everything is on public display, subjected to the opinions of those who have no idea of the struggle that goes on behind closed doors. You can never win or please everyone. If you say no to a cat because you're overwhelmed, you're letting it die. If you take it in, you're doing too much and taking too many. If you try and save a medical disaster, you're prolonging their suffering. If you euthanize, you didn't try hard enough. If you spay abort, you're murdering kittens. If you let them give birth, you're contributing to the population. The list goes on.

If I had one wish, it would be that every rescuer could set aside their differences and work together. I would do anything for this to be a team sport. I can't put into words how thankful I am for those who have always stood beside me with no questions asked.

This post is to not say that I'm perfect or some innocent victim. I have also said and done things I will forever regret. I've burned bridges that can never be rebuilt, and I've had to learn to accept that as well. The problem with doing work you truly love is that emotions get the best of us sometimes. I try every single day to be better and do better than I did the day before.

In memory of Mikayla, and all of the other rescuers who left this world too soon, I hope everyone can try to be more kind and understanding. Rather than burning eachother down, I hope we can build eachother up. Instead of blowing out someone's last candle, try to be their light in the dark. 💚

28/06/2025

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆, 𝑱𝒐𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅. ⛈️🌞

⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

📣 Long, raw, honest post ahead 📣

We received a desperate plea for a kitten gasping for air. He and his sister were found outside under a tree late at night, with no mother in sight. It was clear from the pictures by how pale, lethargic, and glossy their infection crusted eyes were. Without immediate help, neither had long left in this world.

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔. 💔

This entire rescue is built around saving the lives of those in urgent need. It's the reason I have incubators, oxygen, blood glucose monitors, thermometers, dextrose, fluids, antibiotics, and everything else set up around my house like a kitten ICU.

❤️🆚️🧠In a world of my heart versus my brain, my heart always wins.
I said yes, please bring them now. In cases like those, every second counts. Thankfully, for the second time, Amber crawled out of bed and drove them here in the middle of the night.

When they got here, the sister was sleepy but sitting upright. I pulled her out and set her on the heating pad with oxygen. I didn't see the boy, which is never a good sign. I reached in, and in the back, I felt his cold limp body. Sometimes, when they're so hypothermic, warming them and giving dextrose will provide a miracle. He wasn't stiff (which would mean he passed long ago), so I still decided to try the basics. In my head, I knew it was hopeless, but it would never hurt to try. I gave him warm fluids, dextrose, oxygen, and put him on heat. I gave him gentle pets, a kiss on the head, and told him if he could hang on, his life would be so much better. I waited while I assessed his sister and gave her the same basic urgent care.

𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩....
𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝟑.𝟓 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝... 🌈👼
The beautiful white on his soft coat was pristine.There wasn't a flea, speck of dirt, shred of leaves, no smears of mud that would tell the story of a life outdoors. His sister is friendly, and I'm assuming he would've been the same. At 3.5 weeks old, feral kittens will still hiss, spit, bite, and use their tiny little needle claws to defend themselves against a person.

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗺 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀? 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵.
There is zero doubt about that....
They become a burden when they get sick or when they'd inevitably grow up and need vet care, food, and litter. It was easier to abandon them than seek help.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐬."
𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 someone found them.
𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 someone took them in.
𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 they made it to the vet.
𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 a mother cat adopted them as her own.
𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 they lived.
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞.

‼️𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩.‼️
The easy way of avoiding witnessing the heartbreak or taking financial responsibility for what is theirs. Instead, rescuers witness it day after day.

Jovie, meaning "joy," is doing well. Once she was stabilized, she slept for 16 hours. It was clear by her big round belly she had been fed just before they were dumped. She weighs 14.5 oz, putting her right at 3.5 to 4 weeks old. Her back teeth are just coming through.

This is the worst age to make a kitten an orphan. They are at that stage where they don't want a bottle because they know it isn't the real thing and tastes different. They're hangry, but aren't quite sure how to eat on their own yet. Thankfully, she is in the care of our skilled bottle feeder and, as of today, is eating a warmed formula with mother and babycat, and is using the bathroom (currently her blanket 🤦‍♀️) without being stimulated. Her eyes are open and less goopy every day, and her upper respiratory infection is nearly gone.

𝐉𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. She is chunky, happy, friendly, and perfect. The resilience of cats is amazing. Despite the traumatic start to her life, she will grow up to be a wonderful companion to a family. You would never know that just 3 days ago, she was disposed of, spent 30 minutes trapped in a carrier with her deceased brother, and was placed in two strangers' houses alone. She's just a happy little clam, thankful to be alive and loved.

𝗡𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀. Looking at Jovie brings the grief right back as quickly as it does a smile.

𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣 (𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙙/𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬) 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬.

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁. He was thrown outside in an unfamiliar area without his mom completely 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱 and even more 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱.

Unlike Jovie, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆. Unable to nurse because of the upper respiratory infection clogging his nose. He couldn't smell to find mom or the ni**le. If he did manage, he couldn't breathe to suck on it. So he was 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗵𝘆𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱, and 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗰.

By the time he was found, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗻𝗲𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗮. He was 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻-𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗶𝗿. His gums were ghostly white, almost translucent from lack of oxygen. For hours or more, he was 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴... 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗶𝗱.

His death was the definition of 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲. Criminals don't deserve to die that way. Tristan was just an innocent baby, and like so many others was born just to die a horrific death.

I say these things and show these terrible pictures not to force others to join in rescuers' misery but to bring awareness.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒐𝒐.
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚.
𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒓.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓.

This kitten season has been torture for me to be down and out. 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. I want nothing more than to be saving lives before they meet a traumatic end. There's nothing like the joy helping families welcome a new furry member that otherwise would spend their life on the streets. I miss TNVR... giving the gift of immunity to preventable disease and the freedom of bearing kittens to my feral friends. I miss trapping angry fur nuggets and teaching them love and safety. I even miss their murder mittens and itty bitty razor teeth. I miss staying up all night trying to save the Jovies and holding the paws of the Tristans whom help came too late for.

I needed Jovie and Tristan to remind me why I've dedicated my life to this. They are two tiny yet mighty reasons that motivate me to get over this hump. I cannot wait until the day I can say we are officially re-open. Until then, I will continue to push on and be the voice for the voiceless. 💚🐾

Rest in peace little Tristan. You were loved, and you will be remembered. 🕊

& Stay strong little Jovie. Life gets better from here. 🌤🌹

"It made a difference for that one..." ⭐️

28/06/2025

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 (𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞) 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 & 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞! 🤍🐾

First, I want to apologize for the delay. I didn't realize my previous update I spent an hour writing never posted 🙃. Also, apologies for how long this is because now it's two updates in one! Cliff notes are not my strong point, and details always win! 📖

The short version is Peaches' real name is Frankie! We have located an owner, and know his life story. Frankie went to the vet Tuesday on emergency as he was going into respiratory distress. His diagnosis was more promising than we thought, but he has a long road ahead of him. He's back in his foster home resting and doing well.

Check out some really cute videos in the comments 😻 (and a not cute one of the fluid from his belly 🤢)!

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻:

⚕️ 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗗𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀: Tuesday morning he was struggling to breathe. His mouth was open, tongue hanging out, and he was breathing rapidly. We immediately headed to the vet. He had an ultrasound that revealed a very large balloon like mass in his abdomen rather than free fluid. Bloodwork was done prior to placing him under anesthesia. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒄. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒂𝒚!!! 🎉

He was not stable to undergo general anesthesia for surgery. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 720𝒎𝑳, 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅!! And there was more! Unfortunately, his blood pressure started to drop and no more could be safely removed. He was stabilized and discharged back to me the same evening.

🩻𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒚𝒔𝒕, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒚𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒆 (𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. We do not know where the cyst originates from. It could be a benign cyst that has grown so big simply because he didn't receive medical care earlier, or it could be coming from a cancer that hasn't been detected yet. In a nutshell, it could be treatable or fatal. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑭𝑰𝑷, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕. We are holding off on treating for that for the time being as it is very unlikely.

💪 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒚𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓. He is on medication to correct the anemia, and a "eat everything in sight" diet. He has no complaints about that! He takes his medicine in his food, and this boy hasn't found anything he doesnt like to eat! People food included. He has so far stolen (and ate) sticks of butter 🧈, pickle pizza 🍕🥒 (pickles and all!), oatmeal raisin cookies 🍪, and literally anything he can get his big paws on.

⚖️ This boy weighs 13.7lbs (before fluid aspiration) and is still emaciated! He has to be a 20lber healthy. You can really see how skinny he is with some of the fluid gone from his belly. But, he's working really hard to fix that!

𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 ☁️😸.
He's eating like a horse, loving all of the cuddles and pets, sleeps in bed with my mom every night (he has chosen grandma as his person), getting along with all of my creatures from tiny little Cece to the polar bear Bruce, and just loving life. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝑼𝑮𝑬 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. He's already such a different cat, and his loving personality is in full bloom. I can hear him purring from across the room.

🏡 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆: We now know that his name is Frankie, and he is 11 years old. When he was a young teenager he and his siblings were abandoned when their first owner moved. All were emaciated and flea covered. The kind man across the street took him and his sister, and the neighbor the other brother, and had them fully vetted and brought back to health. Despite best efforts, Frankie was insistent on going indoor and outdoor. He would bolt out the door, escape through windows, and do just about anything to go outside.

🏠🐈🏘 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒕. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒃, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆. 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 5 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒂𝒘. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒂𝒘.

During recovery he stayed inside, but the moment he was up and better, he once again returned to his life as everyone's friend in the neighborhood.

Frankie's dad has fallen on hard times. The week before Frankie was found, his owner was away for a loved one's funeral. This is when he escaped and found himself at the kind feeders house. When his dad returned home, he was searching desperately for him. The neighbor who has Frankies brother recognized the photo, and was able to give us the backstory.

Frankie's dad does not have the funds for the level of care he needs to survive this. He loves him so much, and is allowing us to keep him to give him care despite his own heartbreak. I have promised to keep him updated and allow visits. 𝑰𝒇/𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 🌈

🚫 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀. 𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗼.

❤️‍🩹 We are ecstatic that Frankie has a shot at recovery, and if nothing else, we have been given time to love and spoil him. These are the kind of cats that I rescue for. I love the cute little easy to adopt kittens too, but the love with ones like Frankie is incomparable. The old, decrepit, down and out, medical mess old men that everyone turns a blind eye to will steal my heart first every day. There is no love more pure than these gentle giants thanking you for not letting them suffer and die forgotten. I hope more than anything I get to love him like this for a few good years, but I'll be thankful for every single minute I get to tell him he's home.

Frankie's road to recovery is going to be long, risky, and expensive. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐅𝐈𝐏. That treatment is around ~$1500 in simple cases. While I do wish it was as simple as wet FIP (the easiest type to treat) we've jumped into a much bigger and costly battle.

💉🩹Just last week, we spent $1,000 on care to stabilize him. He has a follow up Thursday where he may need a repeat to drain more fluid from his abdomen. Thankfully, I don't see it building back up, but in order to make him more comfortable and easier to breathe, getting the rest out is ideal. The fluid in his abdomen makes him short of breath quickly, and also places pressure on his stomach so he gets full quickly. He happily chows a meal an hour, and packing on the pounds is essential to surviving surgery. The more he can eat, the quicker he can recovery!

𝙄𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨, 𝙡𝙖𝙗 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠, 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 $5,000 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙣𝙙. 🏥🔬

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬,𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩. 𝙃𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮.

💝 If anyone is willing and able to donate towards Frankie's care, we would be beyond grateful. As a rescue that has been closed due to financial difficulties, taking on a case like this is terrifying. We have faith that every time a cat like Frankie is in need, our amazing community always comes to their and our rescue!

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