Two years ago we lost Buster. During my divorce, we sold our bigger house and moved to a place a mile away. Buster wasn’t happy with the move, and kept getting out and going back “home.” An old neighbor back there took him in and refused to give Buster back, leaving my two kids and me devastated. Every week, we drove the old neighborhood, hoping to “steal” him back.

After almost exactly two years had passed, we saw a post on Facebook from a vet saying that a cat had been hit by a car and brought to their office by a good Samaritan. The picture and location seemed right so we answered the plea to find his family. It was our boy! 

As I told the the story of his being taken, my kids cried, I cried, and the vet tech cried. The vet x-rayed our boy and discovered his hip was badly broken, requiring a costly surgery to repair. I shared with her the circumstance of my divorce, and the financial ruin it had placed me in. We discussed the option of no surgery, and how long he would have to be crated to let him heal. With that option, though, it was uncertain whether he would heal properly and be able to fully function.