There were sirens galore this weekend out in the hood, more so this morning. Every time I got out of the car (all 19 times), I could hear one. I was taught very early on to say the Hail Mary when I saw or heard an ambulance. I said a lot this weekend.
Patches has been receiving pain meds once a day. I thank those that offered this to me. Unfortunately, after torturing the poor animal to get it in his mouth, he seems worse off than he did before that. He now cries in pain, without me even touching him. I pull him out from under the bed each morning, and the thick drool is wiped away from his mouth. He won't go near the food, its painful for him to eat. He cannot groom himself with his tongue, so he has matted fur on certain spots of his body. I had to clean his paw of the sand from the litter box that was stuck on. He patiently let me do this. There are times where he will bat at the string I run across in front of him, so it gives me hope. But each day he is doing a little worse than the next.
Buttons on the other hand is doing very well. He now has free reign of the house, but tends to stay in the front bedroom in his little nest he has made in a pillow. I must find him a home. He is very very sweet natured. I still cannot believe this cat was born outside, lived outside his entire life in little colony of others, and the shelters I built, survived at least two winters of his life, and is such a sweet cat. Its hard to believe, but look at all the other cats I've rescued. Who knows their story? Wish they could talk.
Parsley, Prince, and so many others need our help today. Lets get them off the streets and into warm and safe homes. Lets not forget Francie, Nora, Buddy, Violet, Hermie and Cammie who need forever homes also. Please care. And please share.
Have a great day!
"Count your blessings, not your problems."