When my husband and I were moving into our new home, we caught sight of an animal going through the garbage cans in the neighborhood. It turned out to be a tuxedo colored long, furry cat. The poor little things was dirty and hungry as he came over to our house and gave us a sad eyed look. I let him in the garage at first because I didn't know if we were going to keep him. He was so skinny under all that fur and matted and dirty. Someone told me that this cat probably had feline leukemia since he wasn't cleaning himself and was so very thin. That scared me enough to bring him right away to the vet's office. I waited for the results after they took his blood knowing that they were going to give me the grim news that this cat was seriously ill. Finally, the tech came in and told the doctor that the cat was negative for feline leukemia. When I heard that, I immediately broke down in tears. Many of the staff came in to see what was wrong. I was just so happy that my Bones was going to be okay after all. It took a while for Bones to get healthy. He had a bad time and almost died with an intestinal bacteria. I promised him that if he got better that he could have whatever he wanted. Well, he did get better and it is now 11 years later and Bones has the run of the house. The dogs know not to mess with him. Bones still looks and acts like a young kitty. I just love this little boy and I am blessed that this little sick stray became a part of my family.

Marianne Lordi
Youngstown, OH