Fifteen years ago, on a chilly fall night while visiting with family in a nearby town, my husband and I found two tiny little kittens outside. We scooped them up and brought them home, only to quickly realize how sick they were.
The next morning, my husband took them to our vet, who estimated them to be about 4 weeks old. Both were flea- and parasite-infested and he suspected they both had distemper. The prognosis was grim, but we were prepared to do whatever it took to make them healthy. We bottle fed them and cuddled and loved them.
Unfortunately we lost the smaller of the two within two short days, but the other not only got stronger, she thrived. Last September, ironically on the anniversary of the day we found her, we sadly said goodbye to our sweet Foxy. She was loved and pampered for all of her 15 years and my heart is still broken that we lost her. Rip Foxy Woxy Moxy Boxy
ELMIRA, NY
