Vulture, a feral from work my ex and I have been working with for awhile now, about made me cry this morning.
For a bit of context, I work at a grocery store with a large field behind it. People love dropping their unwanted animals off back there, I don’t know why, but they end up becoming something for us to deal with as they come looking for food.
Vulture was one of those cats. We had been working to catch her when she disappeared for almost a month, and then came back with her back legs barely working and shaking all over.
She’s been to the vet, they couldn’t find any cause for her condition, she’s been tested for everything and come back clean. Best guess was she had gotten hurt and had nerve damage.
Today, she was up, running around her shelter area, rubbing against the walls, talkative, excited to eat. The most life I’ve seen out of this poor cat since rescue. Don’t get me wrong, she’s been eating, drinking, physically doing okay for the shape she was in, but it was the energy around her, the look in her eyes. It was like she was finally feeling truly better.
Still doesn’t want to be pet, but that’s okay. She was happy to come around and sniff on me, sniffed my fingers, and settled down beside my feet before going after her food. She was comfortable, something she hasn’t been in far too long, and it’s given me a lot of hope for her future.
It’s been a reminder of just how rewarding rehab work can be. You always have the risk of heartbreak, but seeing one find the spark to thrive over survive just lights up everything.
Vulture, a feral from work my ex and I have been working with for awhile now, about made me cry this morning.
For a bit of context, I work at a grocery store with a large field behind it. People love dropping their unwanted animals off back there, I don’t know why, but they end up becoming something for us to deal with as they come looking for food.
Vulture was one of those cats. We had been working to catch her when she disappeared for almost a month, and then came back with her back legs barely working and shaking all over.
She’s been to the vet, they couldn’t find any cause for her condition, she’s been tested for everything and come back clean. Best guess was she had gotten hurt and had nerve damage.
Today, she was up, running around her shelter area, rubbing against the walls, talkative, excited to eat. The most life I’ve seen out of this poor cat since rescue. Don’t get me wrong, she’s been eating, drinking, physically doing okay for the shape she was in, but it was the energy around her, the look in her eyes. It was like she was finally feeling truly better.
Still doesn’t want to be pet, but that’s okay. She was happy to come around and sniff on me, sniffed my fingers, and settled down beside my feet before going after her food. She was comfortable, something she hasn’t been in far too long, and it’s given me a lot of hope for her future.
It’s been a reminder of just how rewarding rehab work can be. You always have the risk of heartbreak, but seeing one find the spark to thrive over survive just lights up everything.