In less than 12 hours I'll know more about my Honey Girl. To say I'm filled with anxiety and apprehension is an understatement. I have the "sparkling" or aura in my eyes that usually signify a migraine is coming on which isn't surprising to say the least. Honey after all, is one of my most cherished rescues of all. She has a very special place in my heart that no other could ever have. The reason for this is because I was the one that saved her from being euthanized. I had never expected to have such a huge impact on another feline's fate. The message that day was to me alone, asking me if I would I please take in this sweet girl with a gaping wound on her back that just wasn't given the chance to show the world what an amazing treasure she truly is.

She healed up quite nicely and rapidly in my care. For four wonderful months she was free of her nasty wound and that dreaded "cone of shame". Then she lost the playful spring in her step and my worst fear came true. Her wound was back and it wasn't going away this time.

So now three months later, after trying every different trick possible to keep her from getting at her back, Honey is scheduled in for debridement and I'm terrified. I'm generally pretty good with being realistic and logical but for Honey, I'm just downright terrified. There's no doubt in my mind she's in the right hands. I'm truly blessed with an amazing vet care team. Their compassion and support is second to none. I wouldn't trust anyone else with Honey's care. So why am I scared? I'm scared because I know things may not turn out the way I want them to. There is really no other option though. Her wound has spread and she's becoming more uncomfortable so what kind of person would I be to not even take the one possible chance at improving her life? She's gained weight thankfully which is amazing... But.

But.

But what if?

I despise that one word that has been nagging at me. But... I can't even finish the sentence or the thought in my brain. I am physically unable to form the thought, let alone accept anything other than she will pull through and come home in a few short days. Right?

My boyfriend is trying to prepare me. He knows that if anything negative happens with Honey during or after her surgery, I would likely shut down for days, if not weeks. I find the most difficult thing with rescue is the losses. Losses I shoulder myself despite knowing nothing I could have done would have changed the outcome. I don't take "failure" well. When I lose a rescue, I always blame myself. I understand my thoughts are unrealistic, however, these rescues are mine alone and a loss in my home or under my care means I am somehow responsible. This is the curse of being a highly emotional person. I have sobbed over every loss. I have questioned my role as someone who "rescues" and if I am in the right line of work. Maybe I'm just not cut out for it? Maybe I just care too much and I need to be able to turn off my emotions and become "hardened" like I've heard of some others... I can't. That's not me.

So here I am, laying in bed. I have about 6 cats in my room with me. Some are pets and some are rescues. They are my family. They are loved and they matter to me like any living creature or human matters. My home is quiet despite the romping around I hear downstairs, the purring in my ears, and the odd trill from Neo as he talks away to me from his bed. The silence is deafening because Honey is not here. Her sweet little moon face with her gorgeous emerald eyes with her black eyeliner. The most gentle and sweet cat you could ever have the pleasure of knowing. My Honey Girl is waiting for me. She trusts me. I just pray I will get to see those beautiful emerald eyes again. I need my Honey Girl as much as she needs me.

My sweet, affectionate, lovable, and most doting rescue kitty, Chance, is back at home base here at ELM. He bonded very well with his one owner who he would cuddle and sleep with. Because she has a slight disability and her spouse was needed to help with the care of Chance, he made the decision to give Chance back (all Chance needed was special food, no pills or special attention), despite the sobs of grief from his wife. Needless to say, I am heartbroken for the lovely lady who adored Chance, for Chance who wasn't even given a "Chance" and just knowing Chance is just an undeniably amazing 6-year-old; healthy, playful, stunning... Yesterday I said goodbye to my beautiful, sick girl and it hurts me so much that a spouse could do something so incredibly cruel to his wife. I only know the side I was given, but knowing his adoptive mom was sobbing as Chance was taken away was enough to fill my eyes with tears. I just don't understand. Chance is healthy. He is not high maintenance. So what if you have to scoop some poop and give a cat food and water... I'm doing my best not to be angry. I think really it's just my heart. I understand I/we will see more death, disease, and cruelty than most people but honestly, the past 6 months have been downright difficult. Please share Chance's photo? He's such a gorgeous and loving, declawed boy. He's 6 years old going on 6 months old. He deserves a real "Chance". One that will give him the time he deserves and not someone that will abandon him again. From being abandoned in an apartment building, to going to HAC fully blocked, to being sent out to be euthanized, then unexpectedly and suddenly safe into my hands... Please make a dream come true for my gorgeous boy.

I will admit, I will be extra strict this time around. I can't let Chance be abandoned again. He doesn't deserve what he's been through. He needs to be an only cat and he will be your knight in shining armor. Please help Chance find a REAL home. A home he deserves. His life matters.

Chance is neutered, declawed, up-to-date on his needles, dewormed, had a fecal flotation done (negative for parasites), only 6 years young, microchipped, not good with dogs or cats, and just a little bit shy. He still trusts despite all he's been through and loves like no other. He may be adopted for only $225. All his health records will come with him, along with full disclosure from my vet. Getting Chance fixed up and stabilized cost me over $480. I'm not looking for more money, I just want a home for the most amazing cat you will ever meet. Please fill out my online questionnaire if you're interested in meeting my boy Chance.

http://www.elmcatrescue.com/adoption-questionnaire.html

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen of PJ's Pets

I'm writing this in a blog as I'm so incredibly sickened about Cleo.  Last night was night number three with no sleep whatsoever.

When I saw the original plea about Cleo from my colleague at All Paws, I called the PJ's Pets in Brampton at the BCC and spoke with a girl (I believe her name was Jessica) who claimed she works for a vet and has 9 years experience working with "pets". When Jessica declined my wish to purchase/hold this baby girl, I began to question the care she had been receiving and advised her that she is aiding in the decline of Cleo's health. She advised me that the OSPCA had been called so I let her know that I would also be calling to ensure they were indeed investigating the health of Cleo. My conversation with the OSPCA went well and my information taken down. I was told they had already received a couple calls to which I then apologized and let the operator know that I had just posted the kitten's information on my rescue page and I had over 600 followers. We chuckled a bit in an attempt to lighten the nature of the call and hung up on a pleasant note.

My post on Facebook is currently sitting at having reached over 14,000 people:

https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=817563475020782&id=701210493322748

Which, to be perfectly honest, I couldn't care less as it's essentially done nothing for Cleo. I've been informed that Cleo is at the store manager's home.  I have read the letter from the "vet" and PJ's posts hidden in the comments of the New Years post on their official page.  I'm 43 years old and I can read through the lines.  The letter does not state the kitten is healthy.  The letter states the kitten is "not in poor health" and the vet merely guesses as to why she is losing weight.

Not only do I run my cat rescue, but I volunteer at my vet's office.  I have seen snd nursed back to health more sick cats in the past 2 years than I care to admit.  I've seen many cover-ups and heard several lies from all kinds of people including those we would trust the most.  Reading this "veterinarian's" letter is more depressing than reassuring.

When one can't sleep, one digs. When one digs, this is what you find:

PJ's Pets "Chief Veterinarian" is Dr. Jeff.  Dig a little deeper within the PJ's website and you'll find his full name: Dr. Jeff Rabinovitch, DVM

If you google his name, you will find his clinic and staff:

http://bridletownewardenanimalhospital.com/scarborough-ON-veterinarians.php

The veterinarian in the scribbled out letter PJ's Pets submitted discretely in their comments on their New Year's post, boasts of 10 years experience which would mean Dr. Jeff would not have written this, however, there are two more practicing DVMs at his clinic who are far younger than himself. I'll let the general public generate their own conclusion.

Still awake, and even more digging, one will easily find just how committed and dedicated Dr. Jeff is to helping out the OSPCA with his sponsorships.

I've done my best to remain professional when I've spoken in reference to this poor, sweet kitten.  I'm well educated and am not easily conned.  My goal with Cleo is to get her the proper vet care.  It's been my experience that the colour of the gums are not the go to for checking a feline's hydration.  To check for hydration, you typically pull up the skin over the shoulders and neck, give it a gentle twist and release to see how slow (or fast) the skin falls back onto the feline (you are checking the skin's elasticity). It's always been my understanding that the nose, gums, tongue, and footpads are usually the indicator of anemia if pale, in fact, a quick Google search confirms my belief:

 http://www.cathealth.com/cardiovascular/feline-anemia.

So bearing this in mind, if a vet has been in practice for 10 years, one would hope the veterinarian would know how to check a cat for dehydration.  If all this vet did was look at her gums there's a big problem here.  Huge.  Not to mention a kitten being stolen by a "hoarder" and being among 11 other cats with unknown health concerns, puts this kitten at a giant risk and she should have been placed in isolation for at least two weeks to ensure she was not exposed to anything.  Many very contagious feline diseases like coccidia (a common intestinal parasite that is lethal in kittens and found by doing a $40 fecal flotation) can take up to 13 days to show up in a feline.  Coccidia is not killed with regular deworming.  It's treated with Sulfa.  Giardia, another very common intestinal parasite requires treatment with Metronidazole and doesn't always show up in a flotation but will in a Giardia Eliza test.  Something like ringworm (also quite common in rescues - I use rescues as an example as no one knows what kind of cats the "hoarder" may have had) can take up to THREE weeks before symptoms show up.

I don't want to come off as a know-it-all, but we've all seen the photos.  The "vet" did not say the kitten was in "fine health" as Ms. Young quotes.  The vet wrote the kitten is "not in poor health"...  Then again, this is coming from a seasoned vet with 10 years of experience, a seasoned vet with 10 years of experience that doesn't know pink gums means Cleo is not anemic.

I'm not sure what else I can do at this point. In my eyes, it's very clear to me Cleo is not well. I pray she will pull through and beat the odds. If there is anything at all anyone is able to do, I beg you, please do so in a professional and non-violent manner.  This kitten deserves a fighting chance.  I don't want Cleo to be the reason why PJ's is shut down, they will be the key to their own undoing. What's important is Cleo's life matters and she deserves to know love.

My hands are tied. I would like to think PJ's would be more proactive in saving face by making more of an effort to prove Cleo is 100% healthy. A healthy kitten that isn't required to see the vet on the 12th. Am I the only one who wonders why a kitten "in fine health" as Ms. Young states, is required to see the vet again in a few days? Does anyone else wonder why, in his or her letter, this "vet" is merely GUESSING at why this kitten is losing weight instead of running tests that could in fact save her life?

Baby Cleo deserves so much more than she's getting. Any staff at PJ's Pets at the BCC that has seen Cleo and her condition is an accomplice to this awful cover up. Go ahead and ask me about any of my rescues. Not only will you see all my invoices for extensive vet care, you will also see my veterinarian's name and contact information. My vet, who has been in practice for approximately 30 years now and is known for her love and compassion of animals. I give full disclosure as I have nothing to hide and I'll add that I'm always open to suggestions and if I'm wrong, I will admit it and make it right and also be grateful for learning something new.

I will say I'm thankful for one thing. Baby Cleo is sheltered. Something I can't say for the long list of abandoned cats waiting for rescue. Some will have passed away last night due to the extreme cold and that breaks my heart as I've had to turn many away due to lack of funding and space. It is because of stores like PJ's that there are so many backyard breeders and a huge cat overpopulation. I'm sure many people aren't aware that even purebred cats find themselves at animal control. The proof is in the pudding. I liked it when I had blinders on. Now, I just don't sleep at night.

One final note. If Cleo is indeed as healthy as Ms. Young states, why aren't more current or updated photos being shown? A video perhaps? If my name was in the process of being severely tarnished and my staff was being threatened, you can bet I would move mountains to prove everyone wrong. But that's me. I'm honest and I tell it like it is. Sadly, I've dealt with enough liars in my past. PJ's could fix this so incredibly fast yet they remain evasive and defensive. Both are key indicators of hiding something, not protecting their staff. Protecting their staff would be giving documented proof that she is thriving, or, working with others outside of PJ's to calm a growing "outrage".

***Please also find it in your hearts to read and sign the following petition that has been set up in light of the events that have occurred with Cleo over the past couple days:

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/en-ca/971/649/652/for-cleo-the-pjs-pets-kitten/?taf_id=19965837&cid=fb_na#

Sincerely,

Nicole Paling, Owner of ELM Cat Rescue

PS: I wanted to add in another fine example of just how foolish people are at Christmas with their impulse buys and "breeders" and/or stores making it just too easy for absolutely anyone to get their hands on a pet they now feel is disposable. Society needs to wake up and smarten up. Pets are for life.

This was one of the last pictures I took of my mom's rescue kitten, Angel, before she was prepped for her spay...

On Tuesday, October 28, 2015 as I was working reception, I was called into the operating room where Angel was being spayed. A routine, everyday operation my vet has performed likely over a thousand times in her career. Everything was done right. She was intubated and breathing well throughout her entire operation. She was closely monitored by the vet tech, getting fluids, and everything was going perfect until the end. As her oxygen was slowly tapered off, her heart stopped. Just like that. Several measures were taken to start her heart back up before I even got in there. I was in shock and in denial. This wasn't happening. No. Angel wasn't going to die. This was surreal. Her heart was going to start again, I knew it. I prayed like never before. I held her paw and talked to her. Panic started to overtake me and I started to yell at her, as if raising my voice might reach her deep within and start up her heart again. I'm sure she had CPR for over 20 mins. Likely much longer than most vets would even attempt. No one wanted to give up.

Angel was healthy. This wasn't making any sense at all. She ran, she played, she ate, she drank, she pooped, she peed... Everything about her was normal, except...

Two weeks prior, she was to be spayed but when we ran routine bloodwork she had a high WBC and ESOs (ESOs can indicate parasites or allergies). Not a huge deal really, she was put on antibiotics and now two weeks later I'm pleading for her life. She never woke up. My mom. How was I going to tell my mom? We were all crying over Angel. I started sobbing and had to leave the surgical room. I collapsed on the floor just wanting a miracle so bad. My mom lost her husband of 40 years just 10 years ago. My mom was innocent, Angel was innocent. Angel was only 6 months old. This wasn't happening. I'm having a nightmare. Please wake me up.

Dr. Sharon comes out and I know she's exhausted every effort. I know she did everything in her power, even more so because it was me. My mom's kitten. A kitten Sharon had looked after since she was two weeks old. Angel is carried out and laid on a table. I walk over to her and I pick her up. Now I'm starting to wail. I go into Sharon's office and I start massaging her heart, willing it to start up again, her usual pink nose and gums are turning grey but I don't stop I could have sworn I heard her take a breath but when I looked at her I knew I was mistaken. I massaged her heart even harder now thinking maybe I'm just not doing it right, maybe I'm not praying hard enough. How can this happen to my mom, one of the most God-fearing, gentle, and innocent people of all? Why her? Why not me? I felt so hopeless and I'm sure my sobs could be heard all over the block. I just couldn't let her go.

I finally realized my nightmare is real. Angel is gone. She's gone. Angel is, an angel. So perfect, and gone. I walk out front not wanting to lay her back down. I don't want her to be cold. Dr. Sharon and Melissa both have tears in their eyes. They can't believe it either. I know I can't take this news to my mom so I selfishly ask Sharon if she would please do an autopsy. She mentioned sending her out but I needed answers now or no one, especially my mom, would have any closure. I still feel awful asking Sharon to do it after all she did to save her. I knew it wasn't anything relating to the procedure. Sharon is the best veterinarian I know and it broke my heart seeing her so upset as well. I felt so guilty that this happened to her with one of "my" cats. I know it's no ones fault but we are family and the pain was so much deeper and closer to all our hearts.

Sharon agreed and I gave my Angel to her and waited outside the room. I doubt it was even five minutes. The cause of her death was very evident now. Her lungs were dead. Only 10% (if that even) of her lungs were functioning. Just a small sliver of pink was showing on the very bottom of her lobes, the rest, were the colour of liver. Necrosis. Her lungs were dead. How was that even possible when she was so vibrant and full of life? She was extremely playful, had a great appetite, and had no digestive issues.

Thankfully, we ran her bloodwork for all the major diseases. It's an expensive test, but the results have brought peace of mind a second time. She was 100% FIV, FIP, and FeLV NEGATIVE. Knowing this however, makes things harder to understand. Why did this happen? All literature and research I've been pouring over for the past 24 hours have yielded no results. Research is my forte but this time I don't think I will ever know or find out why her lungs were essentially dead and with Angel having no symptoms whatsoever. All I found was ONE other case where this happened. One. No name for this condition, no closure, no answer. Sharon suspects it's genetic as her sister Dorothy passed away from a bad heart when she was only about four weeks old.

Spanky, her brother, also had a high WBC when I did his bloodwork. I hadn't yet rescheduled his neuter and now I'm scared. He will be getting an X-ray to see if he has the same condition. The other two brothers have already been neutered and recovered well and quickly. I can't help but be worried about Spanky. He sleeps more than Angel did, he has a weepy eye... He's extra special after having survived the raccoon attack.

I have been questioning everything for the past few days. I feel responsible and so guilty over Angel's death. I gave Angel to my mom. I gave her a kitten that was sick and dying. Had Angel survived the operation, her condition would have been fatal. She likely wouldn't have made it to her first birthday.

I lost a big part of my heart that day. I'm tired and I feel so broken that something I did has hurt my mom so much. I know there was no way of knowing. I know it's not my fault. The pain I feel inside is unbearable. I haven't stopped crying.

I'm sorry for laying all my thoughts and emotions out on the table for all of you, I am. I'm just having such an awful time coming to terms with this. I look at all my rescues and try to be happy for them but right now I just can't get Angel out of my head. I don't know how to get over this.

I wanted to share a little bit about my rescue, plus how and why I operate the way I do.

I take enormous pride in my rescue cats and kittens. What this means to me (and them), is that I do everything possible to ensure their health, safety, and future home will be 100% purrfect. For this reason, my adoption process does NOT happen fast. It can take days, sometimes even weeks. My ELM team spends endless hours with each of our rescues just so we can assess their personalities, their likes, their dislikes, and what kind of home they would best be suited.

We often laugh or joke around with potential adopters when they "have an eye on someone" as we know, they will more than likely end up with someone else. Each cat and kitten at ELM is unique and they all have their own "needs", funny quirks, and characteristics that would be wonderful with one family, yet not so wonderful with another.

This is part of the reason why I have (two) questionnaires, why our team likes to talk to potential adopters on the phone, email, and text. To us, communication is important and another factor we take pride in. We are 100% brutally honest. We disclose all information, we provide full disclosure with our vet, and I've had to share the disappointment with prospective adopters that who I have in our care at this time, may not be a good fit with their family dynamic.

Now all that being said, we all know Christmas is a week away. I am unable to promise any adoption in time for Christmas and I don't endorse giving any pet as a Christmas gift. Of course we do have adoptions during this time, but it is after questionnaires have been filled out, I've met with the potential adopter or talked at length with them over the phone. This is all about what our rescues NEED and not what a potential adopter WANTS. As harsh as that sounds, it reinforces my "policy" that all our rescues are placed in the right home so they are never abandoned, abused, tossed away, or neglected ever again.

I have had many adopters compliment me on how I operate, some have even remained with my vet due to her dedication and thoroughness with all of my rescues. I am a non-profit rescue. Translated, this means I do not make a profit, and because of this, I don't turn around kittens "ASAP" or the same day a kitten is seen. I don't scoop up kittens and leave their moms behind (and am still guilt ridden over Mookie's family). I take them all. I ensure mom is fixed and that this was her last litter.

Long story short, rescue is not a fast process, neither is the adoption. I hope everyone can understand I do what I do because I care, not because I am trying to be difficult or unreasonable, I truly want what's best for everyone, but my rescues will always be my first and top priority.

Thank you everyone for your continued support and being my village. My rescues depend on you and many of you have been very encouraging, selfless, comforting, loving, and my friends. For that, I will forever be grateful ❤️

Blessings,

Nicole

Yesterday I got devastating news about Digit. He doesn't have much time left here with me. Despite his negative genetic testing, the radiologist believes his findings "may be compatible" with FIP. I'm dumbfounded, I'm in shock, and my heart is just shattered.

I honestly don't understand. His ultrasound showed ALL organs as normal, including his liver. He also has a mesenteric mass measuring 1.7 x 2.3 cm. The mass combined with his abdominal fluid build up is the reason for the suggested diagnosis of FIP.

I've spoken to Dr. Sharon at length and researched for hours on end since his X-ray November 3rd and can share these things with you:

• FIP is NOT contagious

• FIP is a genetic mutation of the coronavirus which IS contagious

• FIP only occurs in approximately 1:5000 felines and is more common among kittens, cats with compromised immune systems, and senior cats

• FIP happens only to felines who are genetically predisposed to it

• FIP is "random"

• Most cats will have been exposed to the coronavirus at some point in their life with either no symptoms or mild diarrhea and will recover without any further complications

• A positive genetic test to coronavirus most often means your cat has been EXPOSED to the coronavirus, not that it HAS the coronavirus

This is something I'm continuing to research due to fact that a negative genetic test to coronavirus usually indicates it is impossible that your cat has FIP, hence my confusion. The only explanation I have found for this is Raina.

Raina came to me on October 29, 2015. That same day, Digit was in for his third set of vaccinations. He was in perfect health and a great weight. Raina was in an enclosure in my room at my bed level. Digit sleeps with me every night. If Raina had coronavirus or FIP and Digit was genetically predisposed, it would explain why his genetic testing came back negative from bloodwork done on November 3 as his body may not have yet even had time to produce the antibodies for it to register.

With all that being said, I don't believe this is what Scarlett is living with. Scarlett has always been tiny and dealing with URIs and mild infections. Digit had always been in perfect health. Raina declined almost over night and passed away in pain, she was with me for only a week. Her belly was also distended and swollen, she never gained more than an ounce. It seems too much of a coincidence that Digit declined so rapidly in just one week. I don't want to believe it and with all my reading, I've found out FIP is one of the most misdiagnosed diseases out there. So with that in mind, I'm doing my best to find another answer. Cats and kittens with FIP stop eating. Digit is still eating, drinking, peeing, and pooping. FIP can only be confirmed through an autopsy and I believe a liver biopsy which I don't have the funds for.

Because I am an honest and responsible person, this is not something I feel is right to "hide" I have seen "others" hide things from their followers but that is not me. I will always tell the truth and give full disclosure.

That being said, I am taking precautions and am taking Marty, Passion, and Mookie off the "adoptable" list for the time being.

Because I isolate my cats and am cautious with when and who I allow to "free roam", I can assure you the following cats and kittens are "safe":

• Lacey and her 5 kittens

• Babe Ruth

• Thomas

• Neo

• Chance (pending adoption)

• Caramel and Toffee

• Luna and Dottie

• Sapphire

• Jade

• Diamond

• Onyx

• Quartz

• Ruby

Also safe are:

• Cleo and her girls (I want to X-ray Selene before I put her up for adoption with her little sister, Aurora)

• Gracie

• Amber (pending adoption)

• Maeve and her 4 kittens

• Arabella and her 2 kittens

• Victor and Vaeda

• Boots and Charlotte

• Bella (pending adoption)

• Bert, Ernie & Delilah

Before I run bloodwork on Scarlett I am withholding adoption of the family.

As I get more information I will update all of you. Please feel free to ask any questions or express your concerns. I will post useful and informative links in the comments.

I do apologize in advance for the lack of activity in the past three weeks. I will likely be quiet this weekend as well as I love Digit as much as possible.

My rescues are my world and I'm crushed. It's very difficult to think of the 99 I've rescued in less than a year and instead look at all I owe and think of my losing Digit in the near future. I'm tempted to shut down, I fear of what the FIP "possibility" will do to my rescue in regards to future adoptions. Please know I have always done my best and got my felines the best, personalized veterinary care. A veterinarian that wouldn't listen to me last night as I sobbed over Digit and fearful of his suffering to the point where I thought the kindest thing to do was to give him peace last night. She refused and said he wasn't ready and to bring him home and love him. Of course when I went to him, he came running to me purring. So until he's ready, I'll love him as much as possible.

To finish, I don't like to "push" my beliefs on anyone... Many of you know my faith in Jesus is strong and today my daily verse just so happened to be one of my favourites:

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Jeremiah 29:11 NIV

It has always been the scripture that pulled me through difficult times, so reading that today reminded me that God's plans are always perfect. Whether I like them or not. There is something that needs to be learned from this, I just wish it didn't hurt so much 💔

Every Life Matters Cat Rescue began unexpectedly with a tom named Charlie.  I pulled him out of a frozen dryer drum during a bitter cold Arctic freeze.  I had him neutered, vaccinated, and tested his stool for parasites out of my own pocket.  He shared a room with my older son and showed us just how grateful he was to have a warm, safe place to live.

I found him a nice home and was happy that I made a difference in his life and in the life of his new owner.

Later in the year I found myself with three other rescues.  All moms either pregnant or just recently having given birth.  It was after I went to "assess" another mom and babies that needed rescue that I decided it was time to register as a not-for-profit rescue.

Then things just sort of unexpectedly exploded. To this date, we have rescued 99 cats and kittens off the streets, out of high kill shelters, or from financially burdened families, or from living conditions that were less than optimal.

We use only one vet whom we adore and trust wholeheartedly. Dr. Sharon and Mountainside Animal Clinic is part of the biggest reason why our cats are as healthy as they are when they are adopted out. When it comes to our rescue cats and kittens, we don't take any short cuts. We don't blindly diagnose our precious felines or medicate without a vet exam and a proper diagnosis. Our felines are x-rayed when needed and operated on in emergencies. We vaccinate on schedule and not just provide the first set of vaccinations as some others do. We do fecal flotation testing on all our cats and kittens plus everyone is isolated until a clean bill of health is achieved and necessary vaccines have been given. We also provide all our age appropriate cats and kittens (>12 weeks) with the FeLV vaccine to further protect them and our other rescues.

Needless to say, because we give our rescues top of the line, personalized care, our bills are climbing and our adoption fees don't even come close to covering our costs.

We are very blessed to have a few people who donate on a regular basis and I can't even begin to say just how much these donations mean to me, to us, and to our rescues. Without any donations or financial support, I would have had to close down soon after I started up. I started up my rescue blindly and wasn't expecting the influx.

When Alyssa came on board I was quite happy and relieved to have someone else to help me out, share ideas with, care for our rescues, and be my rock. There have been many times Alyssa has seen me cry, heard my anger, my regrets, my guilt, my panic, and she has always been comforting, reassuring, and gentle with her words. Her support has got me through several highs and lows.

I have also been blessed with many new friends, many of them adoptive parents of my rescues. I consider them family and am grateful our paths have crossed.

About 2 months ago I was "hired" on at my vet's office to help offset some of the vet care we provide to our rescues. I work Monday through Wednesday and it's been a most wonderful experience. I've gained valuable knowledge and experience.

I first started working with animals when I was 12 by volunteering at our local animal shelter and at several different veterinarians. My dream was to become a veterinarian, however I found it very difficult coping with the loss of client's pets so I decided on a career of graphic design. Fast forward 20 years and in need of a career change after the passing of my father, I went in to Medical Administration and graduated with Dean's Honours. I worked closely with a reputable family physician until I had to leave so I could be home for my son.

Now here I am! Only one cat or kitten away from making it to 100 cats and kittens rescued in less than a year. Close to half of them have found their forever homes, some of them only wanted love for a short time and despite their peace, it left all of us at ELM, sad and broken. Each of our losses are still with us in a sense as we get their footprints imprinted in clay so they are never forgotten.

Now to the heavy stuff. We are in dire straights. My credit cards are maxed and I owe my vet just under $4000 for her amazing care. Care I wouldn't trade for anything or anyone. Many of my adoptive parents have stayed on with her so I think it's safe to say, many others feel her care is above the norm that you see nowadays. I've never seen so much compassion and love in someone that has seen both the good and the bad. She's not "hardened" because she sees things she doesn't like, she continues on and educates as best she can.

I am well known for all the research I do. I'm a very logical person that needs answers to everything. The more I know, the more I can help others. ELM isn't just about rescuing, we are about education and doing what's best for our felines. Because of that, I press on and "worry later". Well, later is here now.

October 28, 2015 began a sequence of events that have sent my mind spinning. Due to the passing of my mother?#39;s kitten at 6 months it was found out that her stray mother had a lack of taurine in her diet while pregnant, causing a loss of one kitten at only 5 weeks old, then my mom's kitten at 6 months, and now it looked as though my Spanky, from the same litter was next.

Thankfully, his DCM (Dilated Cardiomyopathy) is reversible and the improvement has already been dramatic in just a few days. Next came another "Fail" of mine. He's been diagnosed with an acute liver infection. We are unsure of why or how, but we do know it's not FIP, FeLV or FIV and for that I'm grateful. He's to be on antibiotics for 3 months. Each day I wonder if he will pull through. He's lost some weight and at 4 months old, 4.6 pounds is not very good. There are some tests I could run that would give me a more definitive answer or cause but the treatment would likely be the same. Sadly, I don't have the luxury of choosing if I want any further testing or not as I have spent all I have/had on my rescues.

I feel hopeless, devastated, and stuck. I feel guilty thinking I haven't done enough for my sweet Digit and I refuse to give up hope.

To be able to pay off my vet debt would free up the burden on my shoulders and not only allow me to set aside some money for Digit, but to continue to give our rescues the best possible treatment and take on more in need of medical care.

I ask that you please consider a donation. It doesn't even have to be large. Every dollar is one dollar closer to being paid off at my vet.

We do offer the option of donating straight to my vet with your personal credit card by calling 905-336-2347.

If you could please find it in your hearts to help us out. We would be eternally grateful. We may not do things the "traditional" way and run what others may deem "unnecessary" but I would rather my adoptive parents have no surprises shortly after they adopt. I like to think I'm an honest person and it wouldn't sit right with me to just grab a cat or kitten off the street and adopt it right out without first isolating, doing a fecal, and learning about his or her personality. Perhaps I'm backwards, but I believe our adopters are very pleased when they adopt from us.

Please help us keep going. Unless I'm able to get this debt paid off, we will be at a stand still. We are a small rescue and need your support. I need your support.

Thank you for taking the time to read over my plea. I hope you can find it in your hearts to skip your morning coffee for a week and consider donating toward the medical bills of our rescues.

Thank you for your continued support and showing each and everyone of our 99 rescues felines of 2015 that their life matters.

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