Hi… my name is Haven. 🤍🐾
I don’t really know why I ended up outside. What I do know is that one day I wasn’t wanted anymore. Someone threw me from a second-floor balcony.
After that, I spent the winter alone.
I lived in a small, wooded area between busy roads, apartment buildings, shopping centres, and factories. It was cold. So very cold. A kind person put out an insulated cat house for me, and I spent many nights curled up inside it, trying to stay warm and hoping tomorrow might be easier than today. I was hungry, tired, and lonely. No one knew I was there until months later.
By the time Pet Patrol found me, I had a cold, an eye infection, and I was exhausted from trying to survive. Thankfully, I was easy to catch. The moment someone called me, I came running. I wanted help. I wanted kindness. I wanted someone to tell me everything was going to be okay.
Since coming into care, everyone has been trying so hard to help me. The problem was that I wasn’t eating properly. I wanted to eat. I was hungry. But something didn’t feel right. The volunteers tried everything they could think of to make it easier for me. Different foods. Different bowls. Different feeding setups. They watched me carefully, worried about me, and even arranged for me to see a chiropractor because everyone was trying so hard to figure out what was wrong. I couldn’t tell them. I just knew eating hurt.
I spent time at the vet, had tests done, and for a while, everyone wondered if the problem might be deeper inside my tummy. An ultrasound was even discussed because nobody could find the answer. Finally, after I gained enough weight, I was able to have dental surgery.
That’s when the vets discovered the real problem.
My lower jaw doesn’t line up with my upper jaw.
It had been broken.
Suddenly, everything made sense. The difficulty eating. The discomfort. The struggle to gain weight. The pain I couldn’t explain.
Now I need a specialist to help repair my jaw so I can finally eat comfortably and live without pain. After everything I’ve been through, I am still the sweetest girl. I love being petted, and I give head butts to the people who care for me so they know how grateful I am. Every single day, they show me kindness, and every single day, I try to thank them for it.
Pet Patrol promised me that my story wouldn’t end in that little patch of woods.
The specialist appointments, diagnostics, surgery, and recovery care are expensive, but everyone here is determined to give me the future I deserve.
For the first time in a very long time, I’m not facing it alone.
And that gives me hope. 💙
With grateful head butts and hopeful purrs,
Haven 🤍🐱