After finally getting approval from my landlord, I was too impatient so volunteered for the CDS
Getting this little guy was not easy. For one, pets aren’t allowed in my complex so had to go through a process to get permission. I went to my first adoption event at the shelter and tried to keep my expectations low in case it didn’t work out that day. But almost right away I met this fur baby who had just turned 3 months old. His two siblings had already been adopted & I remember the volunteer saying he was the playful one from that litter. She was not kidding about that but I wouldn’t get to see that side of him for a bit. He was the first kitty I saw but looking at him, I knew I didn’t need to look any further.
I wasn’t allowed to bring him home that day because he needed to be neutered so I was told to pick him up the next day. I was really excited waiting for their call to tell me I could bring him home. Since he had his procedure earlier that day I picked him up, they told me to expect him to be out of it for a while and sent me home with care instructions. Sure enough, he was sleeping for a couple of hours after getting home & when he woke up, he was understandably scared of these strange humans & strange new place. He didn’t want to eat or drink anything that day but I was told that could be expected & was given guidelines on ways to tempt him to eat. Well, none of it worked.
Since he was still refusing to eat the next day & barely drank anything during the night, I took him to be checked. During the first week of bringing him home, we had 4 different vet visits & all manner of testing but they couldn’t figure out what was wrong. He wasn’t really eating, not drinking, was very lethargic, had diarrhea & some vomit. It was by far one of the most stressful & emotional week I can remember having in a very long time. I didn’t go to work because I didn’t dare leave him alone. The vet bills were also really starting to pile up (insurance wouldn’t kick in for 2 weeks) & I was devastated at the thought of losing him. On the 8th day, he was seen by a new vet & finally given some medication that helped. It was such a relief seeing him eat & the first time he meowed because he wanted food was such a beautiful sound to my ears. After that first week of hell, I’m really happy to share that he’s doing well almost 3 months later. He’s a fighter & I’m so blessed to have been adopted by this wonderful, energetic, stubbornly curious & loving little guy 🤍