When we received an urgent call about Ollie, our hearts sank at the thought of a scared puppy fending for himself on the streets. Determined to make a difference, we rushed to find him and provide the comfort and safety he deserved.
Our search for Ollie led us through alleys and hidden corners, checking under tables, behind dumpsters, and in every nook and cranny until we spotted him.
Huddled beneath a table, Ollie was visibly frightened and alone. It appeared that his owner had heartlessly abandoned him to face the harsh realities of life on the streets. Our hearts went out to him, and we were determined to offer our help.
Speaking to Ollie with gentle reassurance, he began to trust us, though the fear still lingered in his eyes. Carefully, we lifted him up and transported him to our car, ensuring he was warm and comfortable on the way to the shelter.
At the shelter, Ollie received a thorough checkup, nutritious meals, and a cozy bed. With time, his physical and emotional wounds began to heal, and a glimmer of hope returned to his eyes.
As Ollie regained his strength, we guided him through the process of socializing with other animals and people. He learned to trust again, proving that he could not only receive love but also reciprocate it.
With Ollie’s remarkable improvement, we set out to find him a forever home with a family who would cherish and care for him. After a thorough search, we found the perfect match. The adopting family embraced Ollie with open arms and love, assuring us that he would have a lifetime of happiness in their care.
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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