Kelly Whitted

My name is Kelly, it wasn’t always though. My life has been a horrible and scary thing because of the fact that I was thrown away. I don’t know what I did wrong. I tried to be strong through it all. I got a lot of battle scars, and oh how they hurt. I was so hungry, and my tummy hurt too. There were many days I thought I'd never get warm. Every day was a battle. Through those battles and painful sores, I felt so sick. Was it because of the hunger?  

One day a lady called out to me and put down a plate of food and clean water. I ate and drank for days before she caught me and took me into her home. She took me to the vet. I could barely walk. The vet broke the news that I was too ill to live much longer. My mom chose to take me to her house so I could live the remainder of my days feeling loved, with food, clean water, and a warm bed. Even though my skin was covered in sores and so frail, my mom called me her handsome boy.   

*Kelly’s life with me was short, but very impactful. Through his abandoned life he had developed feline leukemia, FIV, and infections throughout his body. He died in my arms...I’m thankful he left this earth feeling loved. “His name was Kelly!” 

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