Donate to restore medical expenses that saved Callie's life.

My name is Callie, short for calico. For two weeks after I was attacked, no one stopped to help me. The pain was agonizing, like nothing I ever knew possible, I was so sick from infection, so weak. I watched as people jogged by, walked their dogs, or took a leisurely stroll. No one stopped to help me. I was hopeless, afraid, and in pain.

Thankfully, some nice people who had been feeding me and my friends finally noticed I was limping and then not using my leg at all. They did help me. They were the same people who trapped 5 of my friends and found them wonderful forever homes.

They trapped me, too. I limped into the trap, so hungry it didn't even matter to me that it was scary to go in there. They rushed me to an animal hospital where the doctor told them I had three options—I could go through extensive surgeries and painful recovery to try to repair the leg; I could have the leg safely amputated, ridding my body of the terrible, rapidly spreading infection; or I could be put to sleep.

My rescuers didn't hesitate. I am so young, only 1-2 years old, they didn't even consider euthanizing me. So they put their faith in the good doctors who recommended amputation as the safest and least traumatizing for me to recover from.

They gave me a second chance at life.

After my surgery the doctors explained to my rescuers how severe my injury was. I was attacked and bitten by a much larger animal, likely a dog, who broke my leg in two places, crushed my ankle bone, and left me with a likely life-ending infection.

I am now recovering very well in a loving home, where my rescuers shower me with love and are trying to teach me that not all humans are scary, and that I can learn to trust them and live here forever with them, safe, warm, happy, and loved. It's going to be a process, because I'm still scared. I was just another stray cat out there. We see you every day on your way to work, to the store, or just on a stroll around our neighborhood. But we're out there alone to no fault of our own, and most of us need your help.

I am one of the very few lucky ones who was saved. I didn't make it out unscathed, and I've been through so much pain and fear to get here. But I am brave, I am getting stronger, and I am learning what love is. Like most of you, my rescuers aren't wealthy humans, and all of my medical treatment was paid out of pocket, totaling over $7,000. I'm hoping to help them get back some this unexpected expense that not only saved my life but has given me hope for a long, healthy future. Any amount would be amazing. If you can't donate any money, I understand. Would you please kindly share my story with animal lovers out there, and send your positive energy and love to me, to help me understand that I'm not lost and forgotten anymore. I am safe, I am healthy now, and I am LOVED.

Thank you!

Love, Callie ("Chu-Chu") Devine =^..^=