Well to answer the questions you all have about Hobo, She lost her eye about a month ago.
What happened was when she was very young ((about a month old, the vet told me)), she accedentaly gor a small sliver of glass in her eye. From there it slowly worked it's way (with each blink she took)into the retna until about a month ago her eye poped.
I know that sound gross, and trust me it didn't look to bad. When I took her to the vet 3 months ago, he said everything was fine, and that hobo's eye was doing ok (it had a slightly milky film over it).
The one morning I woke up and rolled over to give Hobo her morning hug and she screamed at me. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was her eye had deflated a bit.
That's when I knew it was poped, and I was in a panic. I had just spent almost 400$ to get all of the cats vacinated, and I didn't have that much cash left. I tried to call every vet I could find, but none of them were willing to do a payment plan (so I could give them my last 50$ and get Hobo back).
I finaly brok down in tears, and called the Humane Society, telling them my situation. They really helped me out and said of course I could bring her in. The safty and well being of the animal is more important to them than a few dollars.
2 weeks later and many tears later I finaly got her back. Her face looks a bit better now because all of her stiches have come out, and some of her furr has grown back in. She almost has all her whiskers back too!
I sometimes feel sorry for Hobo, but when I hold her in my arms and here her content purr... when she curls up with me in bed, and licks and suckles on my ear... when I come home from work and find her in a pile of toiolet paper, an almost smile on her face...
I feel happy, and glad that I can give her the kind of life she diserves.
Thanks for listening
~ Salem
PS- Hobo is female, just to let everyone know... I noticed a lot of "what happened to him?"...
That's so sad about Hobo, but she looks like she's a soldier and will make it. My heart goes out to her.
I loved the kittens. It's been so long since I've had little babies like that. I want my kitties back! *sigh* Can't wait to get out of this stupid apartment so I can have them again.
I know just what you mean about the Humane Society. Back in January my boy Bandit developed an inoperable urinary tract blockage. He was abnormally small down there, but I didn't know he was an accident waiting to happen. I was in a panic--I had just started a new job and barely had enough for lunch and busfare. When I saw him straining in the litter box I panicked. I called several vets (no luck), and then I called the Humane Society. I think that young doctor there did more than she was supposed to, but it was hopeless and I had to have him put down. Most of the staff there was extremely kind and compassionate. They didn't worry me about the money I owed them, either. I was so wrecked emotionally I didn't pay them back until two months later.