In May of 2008, I was having a yardsale when a young kitten about 10 weeks old,thirsty and hungry and very weak wandered up. When I looked her over I found a big gaping hole on her side.I immediately stopped my sale and rushed her to the vet. The vet told me that she had probably got the damage trying to escape a wildlife cage. I named her Angel.
It took 3 weeks to get her well and when she was old enough I had her spayed. My husband said no about keeping her as we already had 2 rescue dogs and 2 rescue cats.I found a young couple with 2 older children and a 2 year old daughter, who lived a block from me. I thought she would have a good home.
Three months passed and I found a very young pup on my porch. I found out that he belonged to the family who adopted Angel. I took him to his home and I saw Angel lying under the porch.She was very still. She was hurt with another big gaping hole in her side. I was told by her sister that the 2 year old stabbed Angel because she thought that Angel was hurting another kitten they adopted. I also found that this family lost a great dane and a doberman to parvo. I took Angel home, and never let them know about the pup.
I told my husband yes, no argument. It has taken 2 years for Angel to really fit in but she has lived up to her name every minute of that 2 years.
I am very ill. I have been fighting a long battle with emphyzema, copd, and sleep apnea. I cannot take oxygen because of constant drainage in the back of my throat.
Angel is my life support. I can't sleep lying down so I doze from time to time at my desk. If I stop breathing or start choking Angel jumps onto the back of my leather desk chair holding on with her claws pulling herself to face level licking me and rubbing her face against mine until I awake.
Several years ago I was diagnosed with post-polio syndrome. I have had a couple of bad falls, one of them fracturing my hip. Angel now walks in front of me to make sure that there is nothing that I can trip over.
Thank you Angel. You are an Angel