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Pets4Vets of the Ozark’s is a part of Veterans Helping Veterans of the Ozarks. Our mission is to rescue stray cats and dogs, rehabilitate them, and rehome them with veterans in the hope of healing some of the wounds associated with military service. We do give priority to veterans, but the general public is welcome to adopt as well.

👑🧡 BOB UPDATE: THE KINGDOM IS OPERATING AS EXPECTED 🧡👑Well, I received another update from Kent about Bob and George, an...
09/03/2026

👑🧡 BOB UPDATE: THE KINGDOM IS OPERATING AS EXPECTED 🧡👑

Well, I received another update from Kent about Bob and George, and I am delighted to report that Bob’s retirement plan is proceeding beautifully.

By “beautifully,” I mean Bob has apparently taken control of the household. 😂

George is an early riser, usually getting up around 4:30 or 5:00 in the morning.

This is extremely convenient for Bob, who believes breakfast should be served approximately three seconds after George regains consciousness.

And Bob does not wait quietly.

No.

THE KING HAS AWAKENED. THE KITCHEN SHALL NOW OPEN. 👑📢

He’s still taking his medicine like a good boy and enjoying his scheduled meals, but we have also learned that Bob has implemented several new household policies.

Most importantly:

George is NOT permitted to sit in the recliner and talk on the phone.

Who is he talking to?

Why?

What could possibly be more important than Bob?

PUT. THE. PHONE. DOWN. SIR. 😂

If George is sitting in the recliner, Bob expects both hands to be available for grooming His Royal Highness. Not one hand. Not intermittent scratching while George conducts outside business.

Both hands.

Apparently George misunderstood the job description when he adopted a cat and thought he was still entitled to hobbies and personal relationships.

Bob is correcting that misunderstanding. 😂

Eventually, Bob gets too warm on George’s lap and relocates to the coffee table, where he stretches out like a retired billionaire who has just completed his massage and is waiting for someone to bring him cucumber water.

He hasn’t really started playing yet, but that honestly doesn’t surprise me.

Bob has been quite playful in the past. He’s just not there yet.

He has a whole new home, a new routine, and a new human to train. That is a LOT of administrative work for one cat.

I have absolutely no doubt that playful Bob is still in there. He’s just taking his time, figuring everything out, getting comfortable and making sure George is properly trained before he starts galloping through the house like an orange lunatic. 😂

Right now he has more pressing responsibilities:

Breakfast announcements.

Medication.

Scheduled dining.

Recliner occupation.

Mandatory two-handed grooming.

Coffee-table spa treatments.

And the ongoing supervision of George.

But the part of Kent’s update that made me happiest?

George is getting really attached to him. ❤️

And from everything I’m hearing, I’d say Bob is getting pretty attached to George too.

After everything this sweet old man has been through, this is exactly what I wanted for him.

His own person.

His own home.

His own recliner.

His own coffee-table spa.

And one very trainable servant named George. 😂❤️

New home. New servant. SAME KING. 👑

Kent, please continue sending these reports. George may be bashful, but unfortunately for him, the Bob Updates are now mandatory.

I need periodic confirmation that my former resident continues to receive the level of service to which he has become accustomed.

And George…

Put the phone down.

Bob needs both hands. 😂👑🧡

💧☀️ ATTENTION EVERYONE WITH OUTDOOR CATS: I STOLE AN IDEA. 😂Okay, I did not actually steal it. I saw another rescuer doi...
09/03/2026

💧☀️ ATTENTION EVERYONE WITH OUTDOOR CATS: I STOLE AN IDEA. 😂

Okay, I did not actually steal it. I saw another rescuer doing this and immediately thought:

WELL THAT IS BRILLIANT. WHY AM I NOT DOING THAT?!

So let me be very clear: I cannot take credit for this idea. Some other clever rescuer figured this out before me, and I am simply doing my civic duty by passing the brilliance along. 😂

Behold…

THE $1.60 OUTDOOR HYDRATION STATION.

It is a bucket.

BUT IT HAS TECHNOLOGY. 🤣

These are automatic poultry watering cups attached to a regular bucket. I already had the bucket lying around because I run a cat rescue and apparently buckets just reproduce around here.

The cups?

80¢ each.

Grand total for my extremely sophisticated outdoor feline water utility:

🥁🥁🥁

$1.60.

The cups refill themselves from the water inside the bucket, so instead of putting out a giant open bowl that eventually turns into Mother Nature’s forbidden soup of grass, bugs, dirt, leaves, mosquitoes and unidentified floating substances…

only a small amount of water is exposed at a time.

💡 THE IMPORTANT PART: Get the bucket UP OFF THE GROUND.

That helps keep dirt and debris out of the cups and keeps everything much cleaner.

Of course, you still need to check it regularly, clean the cups, and keep that bucket FULL, especially when it’s hotter than Satan’s front porch outside. ☀️🔥

And this isn’t just for community cats.

Birds. Squirrels. Rabbits. Whatever little outdoor freeloaders happen to wander by. Everybody is looking for water in this heat. 🐈🐿️🐦🐇

So THANK YOU to the rescuer who originally shared this idea, because I absolutely saw it and thought, Yep. Adding that to my collection of Things I Never Thought I’d Be Excited About Until I Started Rescuing Cats. 😂

Sometimes helping really is this simple:

🪣 Old bucket
💧 Two 80¢ cups
⏱️ Five minutes
🐾 A whole lot of thirsty critters

And $1.60 later, congratulations. You are now the superintendent of your neighborhood wildlife water department. 😂💧

👉 These are the 80¢ cups I used:
https://www.walmart.com/ip/18703752508?sid=43AE0601-B210-4A44-A518-A70641ECC6E7

I like these cups, but I’ve already had to replace one, so I think I might shop around for a little more durable cups next year. But for this year, this is working! 

🚨🐈 SABLE WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO MANAGEMENT. I AM MANAGEMENT. THIS IS NOT GOING WELL. 🐈🚨I am currently attempting to do r...
09/03/2026

🚨🐈 SABLE WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO MANAGEMENT. I AM MANAGEMENT. THIS IS NOT GOING WELL. 🐈🚨

I am currently attempting to do rescue work.

And by “rescue work,” I mean sitting on my couch trying to write posts, answer messages, give updates, get cats adopted and accomplish the approximately 9,472 tiny administrative tasks required to save cats for free.

Unfortunately, I have Sable.

Sable is on my lap.

Sable LOVES my lap.

Actually, that’s inaccurate.

Sable would crawl directly inside my skin and operate me like a human Gundam if given the opportunity.

There is apparently NO ACCEPTABLE DISTANCE between Sable and my face.

Six inches?

Too far.

Three inches?

Neglect.

Her forehead physically touching my nose while her entire body blocks my phone?

PERFECT.

I move the phone.

Sable moves.

I move the phone again.

Sable moves again.

I hold it above her head.

She headbutts my arm.

Eventually she just knocks the darn thing out of my hand because apparently I have exceeded my allotted screen time.

Meanwhile, I have to maintain constant 360-degree awareness of every other cat in the building because Sable is extremely sweet but also lives right on the edge of psychotic.

She is a dilute tortie.

So essentially someone took regular Tortitude, removed 30% of the color saturation and somehow increased the voltage.

One minute:

🥰 purr purr purr
❤️ Mommy I love you
🥹 Please pet me forever

And then you accidentally administer Pet #7 when the contract clearly stated SIX.

⚠️ SYSTEM FAILURE ⚠️

Or another cat walks by.

Not TOUCHES her.

Not bothers her.

Just…

exists incorrectly within the general Sable airspace.

And suddenly my thigh is involved in a situation it did not consent to.

Sable panics.

Sable deploys claws.

I become collateral damage.

Then she looks at me like,

“Good grief, Pam. That was terrifying. Anyway, continue petting me.”

😂😂😂

And somehow, despite all of this…

I TRIMMED HER NAILS YESTERDAY.

ALL OF THEM.

I touched the feet.

I held the feet.

I manipulated the beans.

I clipped the tiny stabby bits.

AND I LIVED.

🙌🙌🙌

This is actually a HUGE deal because there was a time when touching Sable’s feet would have required a waiver, protective equipment and instructions regarding the distribution of my personal belongings.

But yesterday?

She trusted me.

She let me handle those little murder mittens and trim every single nail.

And underneath all my joking about this emotionally unstable potato, that made me incredibly happy. ❤️

Because Sable really has come SO far.

She is genuinely one of the sweetest girls.

She just has approximately four emotional coping skills and three of them are claws.

Which is exactly why I’m becoming more convinced that Sable needs a quieter home.

Rescue life is A LOT.

Cats everywhere.

People moving around.

Kittens committing tiny crimes.

Georgie existing.

Someone sneezes in Nebraska.

SABLE HAS HAD ENOUGH.

😂

Interestingly, she does GREAT with kittens.

She plays with Reesie and Raven and actually seems to really enjoy them.

Apparently babies have diplomatic immunity.

Georgie does not.

Sable and Georgie have established a very successful international treaty.

The terms are simple:

GEORGIE STAYS WAYYYYY OVER THERE.

And I have to give Georgie credit.

He has learned.

He sees Sable.

Sable sees Georgie.

There is a brief exchange of eye contact.

Georgie immediately calculates an alternate route like Google Maps after a bridge collapse.

RECALCULATING…

↩️🐈

And off he goes.

No incident.

Beautiful.

Diplomacy.

But seriously, I think there is a home out there where Sable is going to absolutely THRIVE.

A calmer home.

A quieter home.

Someone who wants a lap cat who believes personal space is a capitalist conspiracy.

Someone who understands cat body language and knows that when Sable says “I have received enough affection,” you do not negotiate for one more pet.

Because she LOVES her person.

Deeply.

Possessively.

From approximately half an inch away from your eyeball.

And the fact that this girl now trusts me enough to let me touch her feet tells me there is SO much more underneath that spicy little nervous system.

She just needs someone willing to understand her.

So if you’re looking for a sweet, beautiful, affectionate dilute tortie with enormous personality, questionable emotional regulation, freshly manicured murder mittens and a restraining order against personal space…

Sable may be your girl.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish this post before she knocks my phone out of my hand agai…

SABLE, DARN IT!!!

🐈📱💥

https://api.pawlytics.com/adoptables/pets/c9901420-818d-4d8b-a1c3-2ed01db2e553

❤️🐾 JACK UPDATE: WE HAVE SOME REALLY GOOD NEWS! 🐾❤️I just got off the phone with Fair Grove Veterinary Services, and Jac...
09/02/2026

❤️🐾 JACK UPDATE: WE HAVE SOME REALLY GOOD NEWS! 🐾❤️

I just got off the phone with Fair Grove Veterinary Services, and Jack’s numbers are looking great! ❤️

He has improved wonderfully over the last 24 hours, and he’s even looking a little more lively. After how worried we were when his bloodwork showed that he was anemic and his surgery had to be postponed, hearing that he’s doing this much better is such a relief.

The plan now is for Jack to remain hospitalized until Friday, when he will have his surgery.

Our current estimate for his hospitalization, treatment, and surgery is now looking to be around $1,600–$1,700.

If you would like to help with Jack’s care, please consider donating directly to Fair Grove Veterinary Services toward his bill.

📞 Fair Grove Veterinary Services: (417) 759-7803

Just let them know you would like your donation applied toward Jack’s bill with Pets4Vets of the Ozarks. Every single bit helps us get this sweet boy through surgery and onto the next chapter of his life. ❤️

Jack has already fought so hard. He dragged himself off that road and made it to the one place he knew he could find help. Now he’s getting stronger, his numbers are improving, and Friday we take the next big step.

Thank you so much to everyone who has prayed for him, donated, shared his story, and simply cared about this boy. We truly could not do what we do without you.

Come on, Jack. You’ve got this. 🐾❤️

09/02/2026

🐾⭐ STAR’S WEEK 1½ FIELD REPORT: I HAVE CONCERNS ⭐🐾

So apparently I live here now.

I have been at this establishment for approximately a week and a half, and I have spent that time conducting a thorough investigation because, quite frankly, something is not right here.

At first, I hid.

Obviously.

I have lived outside for a long time. I know how the world works. You don’t just stroll into a strange building full of cats, unlimited food and soft blankets and think, Well, this seems perfectly legitimate.

That’s how you get murdered.

So I hid.

But I’ve been watching. 👀

And now I have gathered enough information to issue a preliminary report.

THE HUMANS:

There is the main woman.

She talks to us constantly.

And I mean CONSTANTLY.

She narrates things nobody asked her to narrate. She asks me questions and then answers them herself. She repeatedly tells me I’m handsome as though I am unaware.

She’s odd, but appears mostly harmless.

Then, EVERY SINGLE DAY at approximately 2:00…

ANOTHER WOMAN APPEARS.

Same woman.

Same time.

Every. Darn. Day.

Where does she come from?

Why precisely 2:00?

Who gave her a key?

What is her purpose?

Nobody will tell me anything.

But I have noticed one particularly disturbing behavior.

She steals my p**p.

I p**p.

She arrives.

She takes it.

And then she LEAVES WITH IT.

I don’t know what she’s doing with my p**p.

I don’t WANT to know what she’s doing with my p**p.

But apparently everyone else here considers this perfectly normal.

It is not normal.

I lived on the streets for YEARS and not ONCE did a woman show up on a daily schedule to collect my p**p.

I am documenting everything.

Then there’s the gentleman.

Good grief.

This man is WAY TOO ENTHUSIASTIC about my existence.

Every time he sees me, you’d think I personally returned from war.

Sir.

Please compose yourself.

I am a grown man. I survived on the streets. I have a reputation.

THE OTHER RESIDENTS:

This is where things really start falling apart.

There are KITTENS.

Several of them.

Tiny lunatics just running around at full speed for absolutely no reason.

No plan.

No destination.

Just ZOOM.

Then there’s a little tabby cat with white feet.

I have been observing this one carefully.

Psychotic.

I don’t know what happened to her and I don’t intend to find out.

There is also a white and gray guy who comes to my door and HISSES at me every single time he sees me.

Sir.

Stop.

I know your type.

You stand there puffing yourself up, acting like you’re some hardened criminal who just did 12 years in maximum security.

Buddy, I can tell by looking at you.

You have NEVER been on the streets.

You’ve got indoor-cat written all over you.

Go hiss at your heated bed.

And then there’s the gray one with the PUFFY tail.

Also psychotic.

Actually, the longer I stay here, the more I’m beginning to suspect that mild psychological instability may be a requirement for residency.

THE FACILITY ITSELF:

I have to admit…

This is where things get confusing.

The food just…

appears.

Every day.

Multiple times.

Nobody makes me fight for it.

Nobody steals it.

It doesn’t rain in here.

There are no cars.

The temperature stays comfortable.

There are blankets.

Beds.

Toys.

Clean water.

And these people get bizarrely excited when I eat, use the litter box, or simply allow them to look at me.

Yesterday I sat out in the open and you would’ve thought I’d won an Olympic medal.

So yes…

I have officially stopped hiding.

Now I sit where I can see everything.

I watch.

I listen.

I gather intelligence.

Am I still nervous?

Absolutely.

Do I understand what the heck is happening here?

Not even slightly.

Am I starting to think that indoor cats may have discovered the greatest scam in the history of civilization?

YES.

Apparently you just sit here, look cute, occasionally tolerate a human, and they PAY ALL YOUR BILLS.

I wasted YEARS outside.

For now, I will continue monitoring the situation.

But after a week and a half of careful observation, I have reached one very disturbing conclusion:

I may actually be the most mentally stable individual in this entire building.

And frankly…

That should concern everyone.

⭐ Star
Former Street Gentleman
Current Indoor Lifestyle Investigator
Human Resources Department Under Review
Suspicious of the 2:00 P**p Thief
Unimpressed by Fake Tough Guy
Surrounded by Questionable Characters
Considering Staying

09/02/2026

🚨 **PSA — PLEASE READ & SHARE!** 🚨

Unfortunately, **Facebook has restricted the Ozarks Pet Rescue account until November 16** after our page was reported for alleged **terrorist threats or being a fake account.**

Because of these restrictions, our ability to interact and spread important rescue information is extremely limited right now.

🐾 **WHAT THIS MEANS:**

➡️ If you tag Ozarks Pet Rescue in a post, **we may not be able to reply or interact with it.**

➡️ We are currently **unable to share posts to other pages or groups outside of our own group/page.**

➡️ This makes it much harder for us to spread the word about animals needing fosters, emergency rescues, adoption events, spay/neuter opportunities, fundraisers, and other urgent needs.

❤️ **WE NEED OUR COMMUNITY'S HELP!**

Please **SHARE, SHARE, SHARE our posts!**

Every share helps us reach people that Facebook is currently preventing us from reaching ourselves.

📞 **If you have an urgent need, please message us DIRECTLY or call us.** Please don't rely on simply tagging us in a Facebook post, because we may not be able to respond.

We aren't going anywhere. 🐶🐱
We will continue rescuing, helping animals, and serving our community — we just need everyone to help us get the word out while these restrictions are in place.

Please keep **liking, commenting, and especially SHARING** our posts so they continue reaching as many people as possible.

🐾 **Every Life Matters.** ❤️
— Ozarks Pet Rescue

09/02/2026

🍉🐈 MORRIS: AN OFFICIAL INTRODUCTION AND FORMAL RETRACTION 🐈🍉

I need to formally introduce everyone to Morris.

But first, I owe this man an apology.

When Morris arrived, I confidently announced that he weighed 20+ pounds.

Did I weigh him first?

No.

Did I have evidence?

Also no.

Did I pick him up, feel like I was carrying a furry watermelon, and immediately begin spreading misinformation on the internet?

YES.

Morris weighs 17 pounds.

SEVENTEEN.

I added more than three pounds to this man’s weight based entirely on vibes and circumference. 😭😂

And before anyone comes for me, LOOK AT HIM.

My cats Morpheus and Neo each weigh around 19 pounds, and somehow Morris feels chubbier than BOTH OF THEM.

I don’t understand the physics.

There is no waist.

There are no angles.

There is simply Morris.

He is built like somebody took a normal cat and selected W I D E in the printer settings.

🍉

But underneath all that glorious circumference is quite possibly one of the sweetest cats I have ever met.

Now that he’s comfortable with me, this man’s personality has EXPLODED.

He wants affection.

He wants pets.

He wants to be near you.

He looks at you with that sweet little senior face and suddenly you’re apologizing for things you haven’t even done yet.

I am obsessed with him.

Unfortunately, Morris and I now have to discuss the fact that his current body shape is approximately potato, and we need to work our way toward something slightly more feline.

His future adopter will need to continue his weight-loss journey because at at least 10 years old, we’d really like his joints to only be responsible for carrying one Morris, not Morris plus three pounds of snacks.

Tomorrow, Morris and Star are headed to S.A.A.F. for combo testing and rabies vaccines. Both boys are already neutered, which is wonderful because Morris has already sacrificed enough.

I shaved his butt.

The man has suffered.

I also checked Morris’s blood sugar because I’m starting to see what looks like a cataract forming in one eye, and between his age and his impressive commitment to being round, diabetes crossed my mind.

His blood sugar was NORMAL. 🙌

That doesn’t completely rule diabetes out, but it certainly made me feel better.

Because Morris is at least 10, I also plan to get senior blood work done so we can see what’s happening internally.

Externally, we already have the diagnosis:

ROUND.

Once we finish getting his medical ducks in a row, Morris will be available for adoption.

And I am telling you right now…

Someone is going to absolutely LOSE THEIR MIND over this cat.

He is ridiculously sweet.
He is affectionate.
He is gentle.
He is 17 pounds.
He identifies as 14.
His body identifies as a watermelon.

🍉🐈

So please officially welcome Morris to Pets4Vets.

And Morris…

I sincerely apologize for telling the internet you weighed more than 20 pounds.

That was irresponsible of me.

I will never again publicly speculate about your weight without putting your chubby butt on a scale first.

Your shape, however, remains public record. 😂🧡

🐾❤️ JACK UPDATE: A SLIGHT CHANGE OF PLANS ❤️🐾I just got an update from Fair Grove about Jack.He was scheduled to have hi...
09/01/2026

🐾❤️ JACK UPDATE: A SLIGHT CHANGE OF PLANS ❤️🐾

I just got an update from Fair Grove about Jack.

He was scheduled to have his amputation surgery this morning, but before surgery they noticed that his gums were looking a little pale. They ran bloodwork and discovered that Jack is anemic.

Dr. Emmons also did an ultrasound to check for any free fluid or bleeding in his abdomen, and thankfully there was no free fluid found. His spleen is a little enlarged, which could potentially be playing a role, but right now we don’t know exactly where the blood loss is coming from or what is causing the anemia.

So, surgery is officially on hold for now.

Jack will remain at Fair Grove on IV fluids and pain medication for at least the next 24–48 hours while they monitor him and give his little body some time. After that, we’ll reevaluate where things stand and revisit the idea of moving forward with the amputation.

Obviously, this wasn’t the update I was expecting this morning, but I’m incredibly thankful they caught the anemia before putting him under anesthesia.

For now, the goal is simple: keep Jack comfortable, keep a very close eye on him, and figure out what his body is doing before asking it to handle anything else.

Apparently Jack’s medical chart has decided it needed another chapter. 🤦‍♀️❤️

Keep our sweet boy in your thoughts and prayers. We’ll update everyone as soon as we know more. 🐾❤️

09/01/2026

❤️ JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING GOOD FOR YOUR DAY ❤️

You know, it’s funny.

We hear all the time about how ugly this world has become. How people are selfish. How nobody cares anymore. How there just aren’t many good people left.

And some days, it’s pretty easy to believe it.

But then I look around at my little corner of the world.

And I see something completely different.

I see people who care.

People who give, even when they don’t have much to give.

People who show up.

People who share a post because maybe someone on their friends list can help. People who donate supplies, offer their time, check on an animal they’ve never even met, or simply leave a kind word because they know somebody on the other side of that screen might need it.

I see people hear about a broken little cat who dragged himself off the road and made it to the one porch where he knew he could find help, and instead of scrolling past, they stop and care.

And maybe that’s the part we forget.

The ugly in this world is LOUD.

It gets the headlines. It fills our newsfeeds. It demands our attention until sometimes it feels like that’s all there is.

But goodness usually isn’t very loud.

Goodness is somebody quietly asking, “What do you need?”

It’s someone saying, “I can help with that.”

It’s someone giving what they can because that’s what they have.

It’s someone showing up with a bag of cat food, washing a load of rescue laundry, sharing a post, saying a prayer, opening their home, or simply reminding another human being that they aren’t standing there alone.

And right here in my little corner of this sometimes incredibly ugly world, I am surrounded by some pretty freaking wonderful people.

And maybe these are the moments when God gives us a little reminder that there is still so much good here.

Sometimes I think He puts the right people in the right places at exactly the right time, and we don’t even realize it until we stop long enough to look around.

So today, I’m looking around.

And I’m grateful.

I see you. I see the kindness. I see the good being done quietly every single day.

And I hope you know that every single bit of it matters.

Maybe the world isn’t quite as ugly as it seems.

Maybe the good people are just too busy doing good things to make as much noise.

God bless every single one of you. ❤️🐾

❤️🐾 JACK UPDATE: ONE TOUGH LITTLE GUY 🐾❤️I spoke with Fair Grove Veterinary Services today, and I was incredibly happy t...
09/01/2026

❤️🐾 JACK UPDATE: ONE TOUGH LITTLE GUY 🐾❤️

I spoke with Fair Grove Veterinary Services today, and I was incredibly happy that Dr. Emmons was there. She is my favorite vet, and having someone I know and trust helping make these decisions for Jack made today a little easier.

First, some GREAT news: Jack is FIV and FeLV negative! ❤️ For a cat who has spent his entire life outdoors, that is always one of those results you hold your breath waiting for.

Unfortunately, Fair Grove agrees with the emergency vet that the damage to Jack’s leg is simply too severe, and amputation is the best option. I’m not thrilled about losing the leg, but I’m also not willing to put him through more pain and suffering for a very small chance of regaining function.

More good news: his jaw should heal on its own! 🙌 He’ll likely need a couple of damaged canine teeth removed, but no wires or major jaw repair are expected.

Considering what happened to him, that is pretty freaking amazing. No internal injuries. No other broken bones. Just one incredibly battered little cat who somehow survived.

And I keep thinking about what Jack did after he was hurt.

He dragged himself from that road to Tanya’s porch. He went to the one place he knew he could find help. ❤️

And he found it.

Jack’s surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning at Fair Grove Veterinary Services, with a preliminary estimate of $1,200–$1,400.

If you’d like to help specifically with his surgery, donations can be made directly to Fair Grove toward the Pets4Vets account for Jack:

📞 Fair Grove Veterinary Services: (417) 759-7803

And truly, thank you.

The kindness, prayers, shares, messages, and generosity surrounding this little guy have been overwhelming. Sometimes rescue feels like an endless list of animals you couldn’t help.

And then something like this happens.

People show up. ❤️

Jack has an army behind him now.

Tomorrow he becomes a tripod, and then we start putting this tough little guy back together. 🐾❤️

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