This is how thin Sicle used to be when I first took him in... I'm still not sure of his story.. he was fixed, de-clawed (so wrong!) and starving. He was cut all over, like he had been in a fight. Both of his hind feet were CAKED in poo to the point where he could not walk correctly. I worked and worked, slowly cleaning his feet to the point where you could see the pads again.

I think the day he found me, he was desperate to find help.