​ The Power of Fluff… and a Whole Lot of Love

This trio of white fluffballs is truly the best therapy in the world. But wow… I was really worried when they first arrived.

One was so pale from flea anemia that the fleas had already moved on—he was no longer a good host. Two of the three were skin and bones. And one of them… I honestly didn’t know if he’d make it through the night. I tucked them all in and asked the biggest one to keep watch over his sibling.
It wasn’t a quick turnaround. It took two rounds of antibiotics, weeks of eye cleaning, meds, and more meds. I carefully charted their weights every other day—holding my breath each time, hoping for even the tiniest gain.

And little by little… they turned a corner.

Now? They’re thriving.

They’re wild. Playful. Constantly bouncing sideways at each other—and at us the second we walk in. These once fragile babies are now a hilarious, zoomy, fluffy tornado of chaos and joy.
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They remind me every day why we do this.