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.
At the end of one week, he was eating soft cat food and walking around. Only two weeks before I found him, I'd adopted another little male kitten I named Opie. When Opie and Chance met, Opie seemed to know that Chance was operating at a deficit, so he stuck with Chance day and night, showing him around and protecting him from the other cats who sought to establish their dominance. The two became close companions and you rarely saw one without the other.
At around two-and-a-half weeks, I took Chance to our local vet for a checkup. We discovered that he was most likely blind in his right eye from the head trauma (that eye had no reflectivity at all), and his tail had naturally amputated about a third of the way from the tip, but otherwise he seemed to be doing very well. After nine months, and the requisite neutering, the boys were hanging out together and playing as if nothing ever happened. .
Chance, and others like him, are the best reasons I can think of to reach out and help any life you can in any way you can. If you can't have pets, thus can't adopt or rescue them, then take the money you spend on fast food or coffee in a week and donate it to a reputable no-kill animal shelter. Make that sacrifice for just one week, friends. It could save an innocent life.