The cat that I brought home back in July made it. He came home, he gained weight, he made some friends. We decided to pursue treatment, and lo-and-behold, all of his bloodwork came back normal! No hyperthyroid! So, he kept packing on the pounds, was made available for adoption, and was adopted in record time. He now has parents who love his quirks, a brother who is an old fart but they're still besties, and another cat sister with a couple of old dogs in the mix.
Sophie's rescue came for her. I haven't heard anything since then, but I'm hoping that she has found a new forever-this-time home.
Douchebags.
Sorry.
Not sorry.
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