Oh damn. I'm sorry, Kristin.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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Blessings on all kitties and their people.
I'm so sorry, Kristin. But when you get around to reading amych's "for later," I've something to add. We trapped TC, a feral, more than a week after whatever trauma had snapped his entire rear foot off at the ankle. The wound wasn't closed, would never have closed on its own. He would have died. Other than the trauma, he was completely healthy, so we had the leg amputated. Socializing him was far more fraught than him learning to live on three legs--and he was well past kittenhood. He's done amazingly well, and he enjoys his life. They adjust amazingly well and fast--better than their humans, usually.
All good thoughts to you and your kitty.
Oh, Kristin, I'm so sorry. All good thoughts going out to you and Byron. It's so difficult and fraught facing these decisions for a creature so utterly dependent on you and so unable to understand what's happening or why. Vibing you wisdom and love in abundance, dear.
So many purrs and ~ma for you and Byron, {{{{Kristin}}}}.
Also lots of peace~ma for Scrappy's whole family and healing, pulling-through, miracle~ma for her niece.
{{Kristin & Byron}}
Lots of ~ma for Byron. Lots of ~ma for Scrappy.
(((((Kristin))))) I'm so sorry. -ma for you and Byron.
(((((Scrappy))))) -ma to you and your neice and family.
Much ~ma for Byron, Kristin. That's a tough row to hoe.
{{Scrappy and family}} So much ~ma for you guys, I don't know how to qualify or quantify it. Peace.