My old kitty of 12 years somehow got out of my house and I lost her. I went to the local shelter every other day for months looking for her. I would always check the hospital section of the shelter "just in case" hoping to find her. One day, after months of looking for my "old girl" I did my usual check in the Animal Shelter hospital and saw the tiniest, frail, little kitten with goobers in his eyes, hardly any hair just sitting there...swaying back and forth like he was about to keel over. I told the shelter employee that I would be taking "that one" home with me. She tried to talk me out of it, because he was so sick and "probably would not make it through the night". She told me that I should "pick a different kitten". I insisted on my little angel and took him home. Although it was a bit of work to get my little guy back into health he "made it through the night"!!! 8 years later, he is gorgeous, healthy, loving and even more precious to me than ever! My tuff little angel Chucky!!!!

Deanna Leslie
Camarillo, CA