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I always stop at the kitty-adoption section of PetsMart and yesterday was no exception. I met a young lady of about 25 there also looking at the new selection of saved kitties. We got to talking and she told me about finding a kitten of no more than 8 weeks old that had a sting tied around it's neck and one front leg. The sting had already cut into the flesh of it's armpit and neck and it's paw pads were bloody and some claws ripped out. Horrible I know. They don't know if someone dragged the kitten or simply tortured it (same thing in my opinion). She took it to the same vet I use (I was thrilled to hear )... and the kitty can be saved. It was starved and dehydrated and covered in fleas. They sewed up the wounds and gave it fluids. They treated it's paws and removed the fleas. She said it's now doing well but the vet said it's claws, those ripped from the nailbed, will most likely not grow back and the foot pads would not be normal. But the kitten is healing and doing well now, back from the hospital and the lady plans to keep it. It gets along well with her older cat, children and everyone it comes in contact with. So some sad stories do end well.
We had a young woman call our hospital one night because she had a stray kitten in her yard that 'had something wrong with its face'. That was a bit of an understatement. His lower jaw had been skinned so it was just raw muscle. Our best guess was that he'd been thrown from a moving car and scraped the pavement with his face. The loose skin was just dangling down his chest.
Long story short, we were able to stitch the skin back into place and after a scare about FIV he ended up finding a home with one of the vets. I used to call him Jay Leno because it left him with a big puffy chin.
And of course, there's my JJ...he was brought in after a woman almost ran him over on a dark night in the pouring rain. He was so weak and sick he couldn't even lift his head and his eyes were so infected the lids couldn't close. I picked up to take him downstairs so he could be euthanized...and the bugger bite my hand with every little bit of strength he had left. Clearly, he wasn't ready to die, and seven years later is still waking me up every morning by sinking his fangs into my cheek.
I think for every depressing story I have from my years as a vet tech, I have three happy stories that show how strong the bond can be between people and animals.
Always love the ones that end well! I'm so glad she could afford to takein and care for the kitten. Kudos to her!
Same here! She was well dressed and coiffed and her cart was full of the better canned foods. Some of them over $1 each. She, like myself, only feeds kibble as a treat. I could tell by the way she talked about the kitten that she dearly loved it. She made my day even tough she will never know it... and she has the best cat vet in the entire area to care the the kitty.
And all the ill feeling I can muster upon whoever did that terrible thing to the poor kitten.
If I said what I think of the people or kids who did this to a helpless little kitten, I'd be banned City-Data. Suffice to say I hope a truck looses control as they're crossing the road......
We had a young woman call our hospital one night because she had a stray kitten in her yard that 'had something wrong with its face'. That was a bit of an understatement. His lower jaw had been skinned so it was just raw muscle. Our best guess was that he'd been thrown from a moving car and scraped the pavement with his face. The loose skin was just dangling down his chest.
Tossing them in lonely places is common in some areas. Some of the S.O.B.'s can't even be bothered to stop.
Someone tossed 2 kittens into the wild brambles and weeds that used to be down by the road in front of my house. It happened about 25 years ago just as I was going to bed. I heard a car door slam and kittens crying. The car sped off. I believe they did stop for a second, opened the door and threw them down the embankment. I took a flashlight and hunted for them but only found one. It was difficult even walking through that area. The one I found was a snow white male kitten no more than 6 to 7 weeks old. Oddly enough, it was in good condition and had no parasites. It wasn't injured, probably because of the heavy weed cover and bushes. I could hear the other kitten crying but never did find it. It wandered off in to the dense woods that were across the road back then.
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Long story short, we were able to stitch the skin back into place and after a scare about FIV he ended up finding a home with one of the vets. I used to call him Jay Leno because it left him with a big puffy chin.
And of course, there's my JJ...he was brought in after a woman almost ran him over on a dark night in the pouring rain. He was so weak and sick he couldn't even lift his head and his eyes were so infected the lids couldn't close. I picked up to take him downstairs so he could be euthanized...and the bugger bite my hand with every little bit of strength he had left. Clearly, he wasn't ready to die, and seven years later is still waking me up every morning by sinking his fangs into my cheek.
Rotten cat!
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I think for every depressing story I have from my years as a vet tech, I have three happy stories that show how strong the bond can be between people and animals.
I love the happy endings myself. That's one reason I always donate to PetsMart when I buy food or litter. They allow cats to be adopted from their stores which saves thousands of kitties every year.
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)... and the kitty can be saved. It was starved and dehydrated and covered in fleas. They sewed up the wounds and gave it fluids. They treated it's paws and removed the fleas. She said it's now doing well but the vet said it's claws, those ripped from the nailbed, will most likely not grow back and the foot pads would not be normal. But the kitten is healing and doing well now, back from the hospital and the lady plans to keep it. It gets along well with her older cat, children and everyone it comes in contact with. So some sad stories do end well. 
She, like myself, only feeds kibble as a treat. I could tell by the way she talked about the kitten that she dearly loved it. 
The car sped off. I believe they did stop for a second, opened the door and threw them down the embankment. I took a flashlight and hunted for them but only found one. It was difficult even walking through that area. The one I found was a snow white male kitten no more than 6 to 7 weeks old. Oddly enough, it was in good condition and had no parasites. It wasn't injured, probably because of the heavy weed cover and bushes. I could hear the other kitten crying but never did find it. It wandered off in to the dense woods that were across the road back then. 
