I asked the shelter for special needs kitty and they came to my house with a little carrier in hand. Out stepped Mugsy. His mother had starved while pregnant and he had funky eyes, like he was drunk all the time or something, bad hips so he couldn’t lay down like other cats, he floppered on his side. He approached the others in the household and held out a spread out paw. “Hi, I’m Mugsy!” He just wasted away and even the vet couldn’t say what might be wrong, but thought he may have had internal problems from mommy not getting enough care before his birth. He was just an angle, always gentle and loved everyone. I will miss him always and terribly.
We love you still.
| Mugsy |
| Susan |