My journey was long and hard, but my sweet and optimistic attitude has not been lost. I was homeless and living in a drainage ditch for months. Finally, I became too sick and weak to run from the kind folks who were trying to rescue me. My left eye had to be removed (unknown trauma) and I had emergency surgery for pyometra. My weight was dangerously low, but each day got a little bit better. Today I weigh 40 lbs. and my coat is so very pretty. Sadly, my right eye has diminished sight and it may be due to my time as a stray and severe lack of nutrition.
