WARNING: Some of these photos will be difficult to look at, but rest assured,a happy ending awaits those with patience.
On a humid 108 degree day in July of 2007,I found a little kitten, no more than seven weeks old, bloodied and having seizures on the side of a busy street in a nearby town. I fall apart when I see animals in trouble, and this time was no exception. I was crying as I stopped traffic to get out and gently pick up the injured kitten, placed him in my car, and sped to the nearest vet's office. I didn't have much money, but I laid my nearly maxed-out credit card on the counter and said, "I don't care what it costs, save him!" The vet was somewhat caustic and treated me like a nutcase, but he attempted to start an IV anyway. When he was unsuccessful, he simply said, "Don't get attached" and left the room. Thankfully the vet tech was far more sympathetic and finally got an IV into the kitten's right front leg.
After a while, the seizures stopped. The vet tech cleaned most of the blood off his injured head and eventually I was allowed to take him home. He had to be turned over every 15 minutes to keep fluid from collecting in his lungs, and every 30 minutes I gave him Pedialyte through a syringe to rehydrate him. In 24 hours, he was conscious and trying to look around. At that point, I alternated giving him Pedialyte then diluted goat's milk. It looked like he just might make it after all, so I gave him a name - Chance.