All my pets have been rescues, and although she's a purebred Ragdoll, Mitzi is also a rescue of sorts. The lady down the street died and willed her to me. When she first came, Mitzi wouldn't eat. At first we thought it was grief, but then a consulting vet diagnosed small-cell lymphoma. Luckily this is one of the most treatable forms of feline cancer and after a year of oral chemo she was right as rain. She's fifteen years old now, in her third year of remission and rules the household with a velvet paw. What would you not do for this beautiful face?
I'm off reading today so here's a picture of Mitzi instead! (Thanks to Cathy for providing!)