Allee
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The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
Mahatma Gandhi
This is not really my story to tell, but my son Stormyās and a tiny misfortunate little kitten that was having a diabolically bad day. Iām telling the story here because I think it deserves to be told.
Stormy is my adult son and an Air Force Veteran, he is sharing my home after seventeen years of service while he builds a business. Last Sunday he was going to pick up some tools for his shop. Central Texas, 97*Fahrenheit, asphalt, 130*Farenheit, speed limit 75 mph. He cringed when he saw a tiny kitten in the middle of the highway, then he saw she was moving, she was alive. Stormy is ninety percent disabled, heās had major surgery on his back, he risked his life to get her out of harmās way. Back in the car he realized she was missing a back foot and all the flesh off the leg. An Afghanistan veteran, three tours of duty, he decided to save her. Now to find someone to help. He melted his phone looking for an emergency vet that would agree to open his clinic on a Sunday afternoon. He found the right guy, the doctor agreed with Stormy, they decided to right a terrible wrong. He treated the kitten for shock, gave her pain meds and an IV drip. He amputated the leg the next day and she came home Tuesday afternoon. Sheās a tiny scrap of a thing, a fluffy bag of bones. Stormy chose her name for a long time hero of his, Madam Curie, and added Ossity (this time unbelievably it didnāt kill the cat).
Anyone who has a close relationship with a war veteran knows how difficult it is for them to assimilate back into the civilian world they sacrificed so much for. Getting in touch with real emotions, thatās even tougher for some.
The irony, we havenāt had a cat since Stormy was seven and had a severe allergic reaction. Weāve always had dogs and birds. How will Curie fit in with seven parrots, five dogs, three artists and nine chickens? We donāt know but I think Curie has a plan. Her vet (her other hero) says all dogs and cats are born with three legs and a spare. He also shares his home with a three legged cat.
This is Curie, my grand-kitty?
Mahatma Gandhi
This is not really my story to tell, but my son Stormyās and a tiny misfortunate little kitten that was having a diabolically bad day. Iām telling the story here because I think it deserves to be told.
Stormy is my adult son and an Air Force Veteran, he is sharing my home after seventeen years of service while he builds a business. Last Sunday he was going to pick up some tools for his shop. Central Texas, 97*Fahrenheit, asphalt, 130*Farenheit, speed limit 75 mph. He cringed when he saw a tiny kitten in the middle of the highway, then he saw she was moving, she was alive. Stormy is ninety percent disabled, heās had major surgery on his back, he risked his life to get her out of harmās way. Back in the car he realized she was missing a back foot and all the flesh off the leg. An Afghanistan veteran, three tours of duty, he decided to save her. Now to find someone to help. He melted his phone looking for an emergency vet that would agree to open his clinic on a Sunday afternoon. He found the right guy, the doctor agreed with Stormy, they decided to right a terrible wrong. He treated the kitten for shock, gave her pain meds and an IV drip. He amputated the leg the next day and she came home Tuesday afternoon. Sheās a tiny scrap of a thing, a fluffy bag of bones. Stormy chose her name for a long time hero of his, Madam Curie, and added Ossity (this time unbelievably it didnāt kill the cat).
Anyone who has a close relationship with a war veteran knows how difficult it is for them to assimilate back into the civilian world they sacrificed so much for. Getting in touch with real emotions, thatās even tougher for some.
The irony, we havenāt had a cat since Stormy was seven and had a severe allergic reaction. Weāve always had dogs and birds. How will Curie fit in with seven parrots, five dogs, three artists and nine chickens? We donāt know but I think Curie has a plan. Her vet (her other hero) says all dogs and cats are born with three legs and a spare. He also shares his home with a three legged cat.
This is Curie, my grand-kitty?