I adopted Obie from a local animal shelter when he was only around 6 weeks. The chief of the fire dept. found him abandoned behind a dumpster all alone and wasn't really old enough to be separated from his mother. I fell in love the moment I saw him! He was so playful and cute! Shortly after getting him, he became deathly ill from an upper respiratory infection. I really did not have the extra money to take him to a vet and I had just recently lost a kitten prior to him (that's why I got him) and I didn't want to go through losing another one. The shelter told us we could bring him back and get a different one, and I bawled the whole drive over. I did not want to take him back, but my boyfriend convinced me. The man at the shelter said he probably wouldn't make it through the night. As I was walking away bawling, he meowed very weakly at me and that's when I lost it. I couldn't leave him! He was so weak and sick that he hadn't even been able to sit up, and it took all he had to get that little meow out! I scrounged up enough money to take him to the vet, and he even had the stay over night because he was so sick. He had dropped down to only one pound! Once I was able to bring him back home I planned on keeping him in the house until it was warmer outside and he was strong enough to be out there. :) Needless to say, he won all of our hearts and is still inside today, going on five years! He grew tons and is extremely spoiled!

christina
Waye City, IL