When I pulled up to a smoke-filled apartment on the worst day of my life, the first thing I heard was a kitten screaming. Dumpling and his brother, Smidgen, were the only two of the three adult animals and three foster kittens in the apartment that day to survive. It was such a relief to hear something alive and holding the tiny 4 week old kitten was the first thing I did before I faced the rest of it.

Today, just over a year later, I took Dumpling to the vet after he lost all appetite and discovered he had swallowed some string which caused a blockage that requires emergency surgery. It's the last thing any pet parent wants to hear and costs far more than I can afford on my own.

I accept with gratitude any help or warm wishes people might want to send, in hopes of helping my little survivor survive a bit longer.