28/09/2026
Raymond has spent his whole life surviving. And just when we thought his suffering was finally over, we found out he has cancer.
This one is breaking us.
Because Raymond hasn't had a life.
He has had an existence.
For around ten years, this beautiful boy has survived outside.
His body tells us everything he can't.
His ears are torn, curled and scarred from fighting.
His mouth is full of broken teeth.
His body carries scar after scar from battles he should never have had to fight.
His huge cheeks are the result of years of testosterone surging through an unneutered male body constantly preparing him to fight the next cat, defend the next scrap of territory and survive another night.
And the saddest part?
Raymond isn't feral.
He knows people.
Behind that battered face is the sweetest, gentlest, slightly shy boy.
At some point, Raymond belonged to somebody.
And that is the part we can't stop thinking about.
Was he once someone's kitten?
Was there a day when someone carried a tiny Raymond home?
Did someone once put food in a little bowl for him, give him a name and watch him curl up somewhere warm?
And if they did…
when did they stop loving him?
When did that little kitten become the cat nobody came looking for?
We will never know.
All we know is that somewhere along the way, Raymond ended up alone.
While other cats slept on beds, Raymond slept wherever he could find shelter.
While other cats heard the sound of a food tin opening, Raymond had to find his next meal.
While other cats grew old knowing the same familiar hands, the same sofa and the same safe home…
Raymond learned to fight.
And somehow, he survived.
Year after year.
Until finally, a couple of weeks ago, Raymond came to us.
And we thought:
That's it, baby boy. You've done it.
You don't have to fight anymore.
You don't have to be hungry anymore.
You don't have to be cold anymore.
Nobody is going to hurt you anymore.
You're safe.
We genuinely thought Raymond's old life was finally behind him.
Then his biopsy results came back.
Squamous cell carcinoma.
Cancer of his nose.
It felt impossibly cruel.
After everything this little cat had endured, was this really how his story was going to end?
Was Raymond finally going to discover kindness, only for us to lose him before he ever had the chance to experience a real home?
We couldn't accept that without trying everything.
So we contacted a referral centre.
And there is hope.
Raymond may be suitable for electrochemotherapy.
It is a targeted treatment designed to destroy the cancer cells while minimising damage to the surrounding healthy tissue. We have been advised that he may only require one or two treatments, with the possibility of long-term control or potentially curing his cancer.
There is a chance that Raymond can live.
And suddenly we're not thinking about cancer.
We're thinking about all the things we want him to experience.
We want Raymond to have a bed so ridiculously soft that he doesn't know what to do with it.
We want him to discover radiators.
We want him to hear a food tin opening and know that the food is his.
We want him to leave food in his bowl because, for the first time in his life, he knows there will be more tomorrow.
We want someone to stroke that battered little face and tell him he's beautiful.
We want him to fall asleep without needing to keep one eye open.
We want him to know what it feels like when somebody comes home and is excited to see him.
We want him to have a favourite chair.
A favourite blanket.
A favourite person.
We want him to become an old man in a home where somebody loves him beyond words.
Raymond has survived long enough.
Now we want him to live.
But there is one thing standing between Raymond and that chance.
Money.
We desperately need to raise £4,000 towards the veterinary care Raymond has already received and the specialist treatment and care still ahead of him.
Our rescue is struggling financially. We have so many sick and vulnerable animals depending on us, and another enormous veterinary bill is something we could desperately do without.
But we cannot look at Raymond and decide that his life ends because we couldn't afford to save it.
Not after he waited ten years for somebody to finally fight for him.
We promised Raymond that he was safe.
We promised him we would help him.
And we desperately don't want the last chapter of his story to be that he finally found people who loved him…
but we found him too late.
Please help us raise the money to give Raymond his chance.
£1 matters.
£5 matters.
A share matters.
Everything matters right now.
Because somewhere underneath those scars, broken teeth and battered ears is still that little kitten somebody once took home.
And he is still waiting for the life he should have had.
Please help us give it to him.
Please help us save Raymond.
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Please help us save Raymond.
Please.
