Rescue Stories

You saved a little soul today, yesterday or once upon a time.... so please...tell me your story. I'd love to read about your experience.
It may bring a tear to my eye, a lump in my throat, lighten my heart with a smile and yet it will be great to know there are others out there who can relate to the value of life where ever it exists.

Ok I'll make a start...
I was on my way to work on my bike. In front of me was a ute with a kitten in a cage in the back. It was a cold winter’s morning with light rain, the poor little thing was shivering and meowing. I didn't see it till I was right next to the vehicle in morning peak hour traffic. I made a decision to follow it as soon as I could get back in behind the ute.
Then as it stopped at the next traffic lights I would ride up next to the window and ask the old guy what he was going to do with the kitten. I just wanted to get it out of the back of that ute and into my jacket where it would be warm.

I watched as it changed lanes and in my review mirror I saw it had pulled up at a park by the river... I had to go back... it took me several minutes to negotiate cars and traffic lights to get back to the park.
The old guy in the ute was gone and I wondered where the kitten was... I looked at the river with sadness in my chest like a vice around my heart. If only I had got here faster. As I was immersed in my thoughts of 'if onlys' I heard a tiny meow. I walked along checking the river banks and in the water, then back the other way till eventually I heard the little cries again. I kept looking, I resigned myself to the fact that I will be late for work and kept following the distressful cries. Finally at the base of a huge fig tree in the natural hole created by the roots of the tree I found this tiny thing. I reached in to pull it out, wondering what else lived in this dark hole. I felt the little ball of fur and the futile attempts to scratch and fight off my hand. The tiny little bites and claws I felt were as gentle as the protests of the hisses.

This pocket-sized feline was flea infested and a bag of bones. I shoved it in my jacket and rode off to work. On the way I stopped at a friend’s work place who has a sister who is a vet. I knew this little one was dehydrated and very young.

Well her name is now Bailey, at the time she was approx 4/5 weeks old and she lives with the vet’s older sister who went and bought all the toys and cat castle climbing gear you could imagine. A rags to riches life in a matter of a day for that little lucky princess.

Your story......

Posted: 20-Dec-2009