When Blue ing (r, Blue) the it Bull was adopted into a family, he was very happy.
He adored them and did everything he could to make them happy. But one day, when they had a new home, the family casually decided to “let him go.” They drew him from a high-risk shelter and he never returned.
Blue was miserable at the shelter, but he was confident that his family would return for him. But he was devastated as the cruel realization set in.
He got er-thinking because he thought his family despised him because he wasn’t a “good by.” Sn, wrers discovered him sbbing in the ennel, tears streaming down his cheeks.
The shelter attempted to cheer Blue up by providing him with his favorite meal. Blue, on the other hand, refused to l at the fd. When the wrers etted him, he stood wagging his tail and walked away.
He prayed nonstop for his family to return. When the shelter learned of his desperate situation, they shared his story on social media and begged everyone to help him.
The shelter attempted to cheer Blue up by providing him with his favorite meal. Blue, on the other hand, refused to l at the fd. When the wrers etted him, he stood wagging his tail and walked away. He prayed nonstop for his family to return. When the shelter learned of his desperate situation, they shared his story on social media and begged everyone to help him.
An Early Second Chance
On my way to work as a vet technician a few weeks ago, I saw what looked like a sock or shirt laying in the road. I didn’t think much of it.
About 15 minutes later a woman came in holding a box and said she found a kitten on the road, and she thinks it is still alive. My heart sank knowing I drove right past this sweet girl without thinking twice. I took her into the exam room and the doctor decided she may have a broken jaw and some head trauma. We administered a steroid injection, subcutaneous fluids, pain medication, and started her on antibiotics.
The first two days were not great for her. She was in some pain and could not hold her head upright. On day 3, she was starting to improve, she was less stuffy, her head was upright, and she was eating well from a syringe.
I decided to take her home and continue her care there, and bring her to work with me every day. Since then this little girl has blossomed into quite the firecracker! She is still syringe feeding, as she is only about 4 weeks old, maybe 5, and she loves to chase my feet when I walk!
If it weren’t for the woman finding her, this little girl wouldn’t have stood a chance out there along the road. My husband decided to name her Nook, and she is settling in quite well at home with our three other cats.
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