Lucy Agatha was abandoned on a very busy bridge in 1996. I noticed her as I looked across the bridge at the on-coming traffic. I cannot imagine her fear as cars and trucks straddled her or veered into another lane to avoid hitting her. Nor can I imagine how I managed to go across the bridge, turn around and come back to rescue her. I was sure that she would be dead by the time I got there.
I picked her up gently and headed straight to the vet's office. She found a comfortable position on the car floor, stared directly into my eyes and started to purr, loudly. She had a severely fractured leg that required amputation. Our vet recommended euthanasia, but my husband said "If she was meant to die today, she would have been killed on the bridge." We took her home, wearing a hot pink cast, for a week so that she could stabilize and adjust before the surgery. The surgery went well and she was soon hopping around on three legs.
Thirteen years later, she is a happy, snuggly ball of love. I still shudder every time I think about that tiny kitten trapped and alone and I thank Saint Lucy for protecting her until I could reach her.
South Williamsport, PA
