I got Asher from a local Atlanta-area animal shelter on January 11, 2014 while looking for my lost cat, Alex. He was very sick and, as I asked about him, they told me to just walk away because he's 'just going to die here.' I didn't. I asked them to open his cage so I could pet him and I heard him weezing. He could barely open his eyes but, when he did, the whites were blood red. Against their wishes, I claimed him and brought him to my vet.
He was a very, very sick, skinny kitty who could hardly hold his head up because of a severe upper respiratory infection AND a severe infection in both eyes. I was sent home with him and, every eight hours, gave him medication then held one of his paws as I read to him. If I left his side, he would meow for me because he couldn't see very well.
After ten days of being quarantined in a back bedroom, he started to heal. Little by little, he was allowed to come out of his room and see my other cats-and they were curious, too!
Months later I took this photo of Asher (on the right) with Cooper-a shelter cat I fell in love with months before.
Asher has blossomed into the sweetest cat who loves to cuddle with me and always follows me from room to room. He's such a precious addition to our family and is so very loved!
SAINT PAUL, MN
