Nine years ago I was abandoned like trash, probably used for breeding, but who knows. If you want to read the sad details, you can read them here. But I want to keep things happy today.
I was rescued by Red Door Animal Shelter a small no-kill facility on the far north side of Chicago. As always, the shelter was super crowded so Mama agreed to foster me for a few days. She brought me home on September 10th and I hid for the first twelve hours.
We all know what happened the following morning … Mama was watching the live coverage when she looked up and saw my sad face peaking out from behind the couch. She knew in that moment that we belonged together – it took me longer to see the light. I was traumatized and in sad shape, but she never gave up on me.
Here's what a little love can do
|Before - The word is a mean, scary place.|
|After - I am as happy as a clam. Ain't life grand!|
When I first arrived at the shelter, the vet estimated that I was 3 or 4, which would make me about 13 today! We will never know my actual birthday, but Mama chose September 11th as a reminder that even in the darkest hour, there is always hope.
Red Door is a small, but mighty shelter with a heart of a gold. I am only one of thousands of cats, dogs, and rabbits that this amazing shelter has rescued, rehabilitated, and re-homed over the last 10 years!
Cheers to happy endings!