We found him dragging his tired and beaten self, begging for help from person to person, man to man, on a hot, sunny day; but no one answered his call.
If it was only hunger, we know the cure, and we are willing to share; but he has a hole on his chest and the pain crippled him so, he no longer feared anything, so long as he gets help.
It was October 10th.
Today is December 6th. We saw him jump from the kitchen counter to the chest freezer to the floor and all over the house, thinking we were still asleep. There is no more crippling pain, there is no more hunger, heat, rain, cold. There is no more hole in the chest.
There is only hole in his name: Holeman. A reminder of his beginning, and monument of your love. Your outpouring support gave him the chance denied to him by many. The chance for life, the chance for growth, the chance for love.
Some of the matched fund we are trying to raise (and so close to match) will go for his neutering. Then, he will be the perfect souvenir for the magic brought about by small people around the world who band together and show a pauper boy that him too, is worth it.
May your festive season begin with joy, knowing that you have brought about the miracle no one else in this world can, and are willing to make.