Barked: Wed May 2, '07 12:21pm PST |
 |  |  |  | I was only 3-4 weeks old when I lost my leg, so I don't even remember what it was like to have all four. Someone brought me to the shelter where my mom volunteers all wet and muddy, and covered with maggots on my mangled leg. The vet was in at the time, and they considered euthanasia. But I was very gentle, purring and affectionate, so they decided to try to pin the fracture. After several days, it was obvious that the leg would never heal, so they amputated it. I was up and around on the second day, and after 3 weeks in foster care, I came to live with my mom and dad. I get around so well that sometimes people don't even notice that I am a 3-legger. |  |  |  |  |
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