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Yup, that’s the same kitty who was cradled in my arms with a broken jaw and blood coming out of his nose just last week! How amazing is he?!
Wolfe stabilized earlier in the week and had surgery on his jaw on Tuesday. By that evening he was scarfing his wet food down (as you can see). His lower jaw will be wired for three to four weeks and after that, if all is still going as well as it has been, he’ll be up for adoption. You can contact VCA Lawrence directly if you’re interested in meeting this heartbreaker.
This morning he was playing with toys hanging in his cage and meowing at the staff for attention. He’s often carried around the hospital from person to person for loving and is allowed to stretch his legs in the lunchroom when the rest of the staff are eating their meals. Sounds like he’s managed to become an unofficial employee of VCA Lawrence, speciality: being awesome. The staff there are actually amazed at how nonchalant he is about his injury. Total badass!
Thank you VCA Lawrence for taking such good care of him and to all who have donated to his medical treatment! You guys are all very generous!
I hope to visit this stud early next week and will post more photos of his adorable improvements soon after.
Late last week Bruce and I drove to Cupertino so I could drop him off at work before Fynn and I headed to the San Francisco Zoo. As we came off the exit I saw something. “There’s a kitten!” I screamed. I didn’t know if it was alive or not, but as Bruce slowed for the stoplight, I opened the passenger door, jumped out and yelled back, “I’m going to get it.”
I hurriedly walked down the exit, but then slowed, worried the tiny black kitten, huddled on the side of the road, would get scared and run into traffic. But it didn’t move. I thought it may be dead, but as I softly touched his little head it stirred and gave a small meow. I wrapped my cardigan around its little body, gently scooped it up and walked back to the stoplight. Bruce pulled up a few seconds later and we headed to the nearest vet hospital.
I’ve written a couple posts about my first foster experience that began on Cinco de Mayo when we brought home Lady, the little gal pictured above. I haven’t shared an update lately because we’re in a kind of foster limbo. I’ve had Lady for so long in part because she was heartworm positive when she was rescued. I offered to see Lady through her heartworm treatment, a 2-3 month long process consisting of a strict schedule of shots, steroids and other medications. She’s been at high risk of serious side effects but she’s almost never seemed sick to me. She’s a survivor. The plan was that when she finished treatment, it’d be time to find her a home. But she’s still in my home.
I’ve only ever lost one pet in my lifetime, and I hope he was the last. I was only a kid, but never finding my cat Pimpek scarred me for life and has made me one very paranoid pet owner.
I hope none of you ever have to go looking for one of your pets, but if your furry friend goes missing I recently read a great tip (but of course can’t remember where!) I’ll share it, along with some other tips, anyway.
- Make up a large sign announcing that you’ve lost with your pet, complete with your pet’s photo and your phone number, and place it outside your house. Oftentimes, if your pet goes missing it will stick close to home and if someone finds him or her they’ll walk around the neighborhood trying to find the owner.
- Post traditional signs near where your pet was last seen.
- Report the missing pet to local animal shelters and vets.
Any of you have tips for finding missing loved ones?