This is Senor squooshyface. In April, at the start of COVID. I begin to foster this beautiful boy. I was told he was a hospice cat because he not only had feline leukemia but also tumors in his abdomen. They didn’t think he would live much longer after I got him because of how sad and depressed he was in the shelter. After being bounced around not really being wanted.
At the start of me fostering him I was told that with feline leukemia only most don’t live passed three and the tumors on top of it he was a goner.
I got lots of emails from people wanting to adopt him but after learning about his history and future they didn’t want him. I didn’t want to keep putting him throw that so shortly after his third birthday I adopted him.
He has lived far longer then we all thought even out lived the average age for his diagnosis. I want to give him more of a life. Get him things he deserves but with medical bills piling up. It’s to much. With COVID taking my job, my own medical bills coming and college being crazy. It’s getting to be to much. I want to give him everything he should have. I have the love but love doesn’t get him the meds he needs or the food in his tummyThe first picture is him at the shelter the second is him at home with me
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