Sweet Sorcha is spayed

Last November, I got a call about a kitten in a alley way in a town, with its mother - who was lying dead in a drain nearby.  When I got there, the kitten was running around obviously frightened, and when anyone approached, ran to its mother and either lay beside her or on top of her, it was one of the most heartbreaking sights I've seem in cat rescue for some time.  The lady who found them said the kitten had been suckling its mum.  Eventually we caught the kitten, a black and white girl, skin and bone, about five weeks old.  I took mum too and she was buried here in the wide open spaces of the countryside near the forest.  I hope she's running free at Rainbow Bridge.

At that time I promised her kitten who I initially named Meadow and later changed to Sorcha that no kitten of hers would ever have to go through what she had and yesterday I fulfilled that promise and brought her to the vet where she was spayed.  Today she is home, delighted with herself, greeting the dogs and the other cats after her day away and proudly displaying her spay site to one and all.

She is a sweetheart and is looking for a furever home now.  She's very affectionate and would be a lovely housepet for someone.  It'll be a heartbreak for me to see her go but so long as she gets a good home where she'll be loved and spoiled for the rest of her life, I'll be happy.