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Wendyno was helped,
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for paying for Wendy's veterinary bill. I would not have been able to take care of her any other way.

On Friday night, I noticed Wendyno's dish was full. This wasn't all that unusual. She's 14, maybe 15--a big ol' ornery tortie, who sometimes just didn't feel like eating. If it wasn't mouse-flavored, Wendyno could take it or leave it. Okay, her real name's Wendy, not Wendyno. It's just that, over the years, common usage won out.

I always know where I stand with Wendy. She let you know what she likes. For instance, she likes to be brushed. There's nothing in the world she likes better than being brushed. She also lets you know what she doesn't like. For instance, she doesn't like to be brushed. There's nothing in the world she dislikes more than being brushed. It always takes less time to find out which way it was going to be than it did to find the Band-Aids.

So on Friday night, when I saw the full dish, I didn't worry. I figured it would be empty Saturday morning, and she'd be yelling at me to fill it.

But that didn't happen. It was still full. And Wendy was looking up at me, licking her mouth, and 'chomping,' and I realized something was wrong. Something I couldn't fix.

I'm four years and nine months into a five year bankruptcy settlement. It's been a long, hard slog, and although I can see the light at the end, I'm not there yet. Money's very, very tight right now--a real paycheck-to-paycheck experience. There was no way that I could afford to pay a Veterinarian. I had been praying that I'd make it through before I needed to take my cats to a vet. That I almost made it was no comfort to me. I wondered if I was going to have to take her to Lollypop Farm, and have them put her down, because I couldn't afford a simple vet bill. I decided rather quickly that I wasn't going to give up that easily.

One of the gifts of bankruptcy is that it's made me less afraid to ask for what I need. And right now, I needed help. I didn't know where it would come from, or in what form, but I wouldn't find it if I didn't ask for it.

And I found it. From a woman I barely knew. A woman whose name was--and I swear I'm not making it up--Kitty. She told me about All4pets. I found your website, gave you the details, and before the week was out, Wendy had made it to the vets, and had her dental problems fixed. Now she's back to her ornery old self, and I couldn't be happier. And I think she feels the same way. She allowed me to take this picture of her, and even consented to share the spotlight with my kids. She acts all grumpy, but I know she's just a pussycat down deep.