It all started with a simple social media post: Someone had found a injured kitten near a soccer field and was looking for anyone to take it. So we stepped up and took in a tiny kitten with a severely injured front paw, figuring that if we are going to start our 10,000 hours of rescuing cats, better sooner rather than later. We named her Lucy, immediately got her veterinary care, and watched as she blossomed from a gimpy, scared invalid into a lovable, playful kitten.
After a few weeks of nursing Lucy back to health, we set out to find her a purrever home. Family friends decided to open their hearts to Lucy, and we adopted her out on December 4, 2017, crying as we watched her new family take her.
Three days later, after noticing terribly erratic behavior from her, Lucy was taken to a emergency veterinary hospital, where she was diagnosed with possibly having rabies. Unfortunately for all of us, that diagnosis was confirmed less than a week later after Lucy had been put down.
I'm not going to go into the painful details, but after our vet explained exactly HOW a positive rabies diagnosis is officially declared, we wept even more. Lucy was gone, taken from us just as quickly as she was brought into all of our lives.
The PA Department of Agriculture, from whom we had two visits, officially stated that Lucy suffered a WUO - wound of unknown origin, which ultimately caused her rabies. Along with our son and the family who adopted Lucy, we endured a series of rabies shots (neither convenient nor fun); overall the incident affected 17 people including the veterinarian who originally treated Lucy and several vet techs. All three of our cats were quarantined for 90 days. Had we known then what we know now . . .
We wouldn't change a thing.
According to everyone involved, Lucy's situation was bad luck. We got her the proper medical attention in a timely manner, treated her wound properly, and nursed her to the point of being able to adopt her to a fantabulous family. The only error that we really made was not recognizing that Lucy, in fact, was a Luke!
Ironically enough, we began to foster cats less than a week after our quarantine was lifted. Some say that we're crazy (which we are neither confirming nor denying), while others can't imagine how we'd want to be involved after a rabies scare. The truth of the matter is that we love cats and want to help them and those who care for them in any way that we possibly can.
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a cat whisperer.