Donna Spirito may beat me to telling you about this tiny angel, but I can't resist. I live upstairs from Donna and The Educated Ferret, and this evening she knocked on my door holding a TINY dark-black sable boy, 8 weeks old tops. Apparently he was found in a junkyard, left in a birdcage. He's lucky if he weighs a full pound. You can feel all his little bones, and he's still a little dehydrated (though Donna said he had been much worse). He's getting Carafate and duck soup every few hours, and since Donna has to go out of town tomorrow I've got him til she comes back. I can't believe how small he is, especially compared to my big fat boys. Still got the woolly kit fuzz and the blunt little face, such a funny little baby! He doesn't want to be away from people for a second, starts making the baby goose-honk cries if he thinks you've left him alone. My eyes well up with tears to look at him and realize he was just left to die, like garbage, like nothing. My boyfriend and I are giving him constant cuddles and love-- he's asleep on my arm as I write this. It's going to be really hard to give him back to the shelter! :) He loves his soup and softened kibble, snarfs it up like he's never seen food before! He's also good about letting me know when he has to go potty, especially for such a tiny baby. He's pooping and peeing great too-- at least he's absorbing that much-needed water and nutrition! He even tries to play a little bit, wanting to explore and wrestle with our fingers. Please send good thoughts to this tiny angel who's had such a rough start, and we'll keep you updated! Rachel, Eddie, Valentine, Asa..... and the little nameless foundling! [Posted in FML 7327]