When I was 6 months old, a lady found me just about to freeze to death and adopted me. She gave me a warm home and It was like heaven for the next 6 months until my lady had a car accident and passed away. Her children did not want me and left me out on the streets once again.
I could not understand why they kicked me out like that. Here I was again, on the streets, freezing and hungry every day. I did not have a place to go so I tried to live close to my previous owner’s home until my skin infection got so bad. You know why? Because all I had to eat was what I could find in trash cans.
At one point it got so bad and painful that I was not able to move so I lay down under a tree and waited to die. One of the local shop owners who knew me from before found me and called Rescue Strays Shelter for help. They came and took me to the vet. The vet told me that I had a very slim chance to live. It took 2 months of constant daily care just to get back on my feet. After 4 months, my fur started to grow again and here I am after 8 months of treatment and lots of love.
