If you read my last post you will remember this photograph of one of the two kittens I needed to save.
Hubs of course thought I was crazy but knew better than to argue with me. That was October 28th.
When I took them to the vet she called this one sickly and pathetic. She wasn't sure my efforts and money could save this little girl. She was 3 or 4 months old yet only weighed 1 pound and 4 oz. even though she already had her big girl teeth.
This is her today! She is still very tiny but so very healthy. We fed her several times a day with a syringe as she couldn't eat or swallow correctly due to a mass in her throat. Every day and night I would tuck her in her bed in the garage (they were contagious at first) I would say to her "I hope you are alive in the morning" and every morning I'd say "I hope you are alive when I get home".