The Love of my Life

It's hard to tell, but Floyd only has 3 legs that work. Two summers ago, a friend that worked here called me. She was out to lunch and told me to come to the parking lot next door because a tiny kitten had jumped into the undercarriage of her jeep. Being an animal lover, I told my boss I'd be right back and I drove as fast as I could. When I got there I went underneath. A tiny Maine Coon kitten was there looking at me. He was dirty and bloody. His ear was bleeding on the surface and he looked like he had been rolled over. However, that was not the worst part, one of his front legs was dangling. I pulled him out and held him close. My friend told me she thought he was a bunny because he was hopping. We rushed him to the vet. One heartless vet said pay me $4000 or put him down. I was stunned. I took him to another emergency vet but when I got there, another emergency came in. I noticed another vet nearby. He was a sweet man in Farmingdale that helped me. He examined the kitten and told me that there was nothing wrong with him but that his leg would NEVER function. He said that by the looks of it, someone threw him out of a car window. I took him home with me to nurse him back to health. I filled the sink and put him in, the water was black. When I dried him off and put him on the bed, it was the first time he purred, he knew he was safe. Two years later, he is healthy, happy and the nicest cat you could imagine. His leg healed up near his body.

Nora R. Kennedy
Bellmore, NY