Thursday, August 4, 2016

Gimlet then

This was Gimlet.


He was brought to the shelter by animal control as a stray. They guessed that he was 15 years old and in end-stage hyperthyroid. He weighed 6 lbs.

The moment I saw him, I knew I wanted to bring him home. He was labeled "Not for rehoming", but he asked me not to let him die in the shelter. He said he had a lot of life left to live and he'd like to enjoy what little time he had left.

So I talked to my husband, I talked to management, and I brought him home for hospice care.

 He was skinny, dirty, and covered in flea dirt. He didn't have a lot of hair. But he was sweet.


 And he was hungry.

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