Microchipping got a little lost black-and-white cat back to her family. I found her outside my apartment in the middle of a Texas July, trying to be friendly but without the strength to be. Raggedy little spotted girl. So, so skinny. I called her “Perdita”, “lost girl”, after the original 101 Dalmatians character. By the second time I saw her, I knew she was in trouble. Wouldn’t eat. Wouldn’t drink. Hyperthermic and dehydrated. I brought her inside into the air conditioning and she just wanted to lie on me and be held. I ended up hustling to the nearby pet-supplies store and buying a syringe and kitten milk, and stayed up into the early hours getting some liquid into her any way I could, a few drops at a time. Was pretty sure she wasn’t going to make it through the night, but at least she’d be inside and safe, and she knew someone was caring for her.
But she was still alive the next morning. I stowed her in a carrier and took her to work with me, keeping her in the break room and checking on her every half-hour or so. Drove her to the local animal shelter on my lunch break. Admitting staff ran a detector over her, and – beep!
Little girl had walked 20 miles, across multiple highways, in Texas July, and she got to go home because of that microchip. (Her name turned out to be Speckles!)
February 26, 2016