Bengle came to me from a resident who had him with a broken leg. He was her daughters kitty. I asked if I could take him to a vet for help, at my expense, and her husband said no. The next morning after he left, she called me and I took him to the vet. He was in obvious pain and needed pain injection. She declined and I told her I would turn them in for animal abuse. She agreed under surrender terms which I got in writing. He was rehabbed here with me and my dog who kept watch over him. They became close friends and slept together. He was a wonderful kitty and lived his life with love and affection.

elizabeth sorensen
COOL, CA