I’ve been rescuing cats since I was 12 years old. But the rescue that hits my heart the hardest was two years ago when I saw a tiny kitten sitting in my mom’s wooded country driveway. The kitten was severely malnourished, weak, and injured. I brought her water first and then food. She saw my vet the first thing the next morning. She had zero energy and just laid limp in my vets hands. Her two wounds were cleaned and grubs removed. She was given antibiotics and sent back home with me. After a week of good nutrition and love, she started to perk up and play, like a 7-week-old kitten should. I named her Hope as a reminder that no matter how dire the situation, there is always hope. Hope is now 2 years old and a healthy, beautiful and very spoiled little lady.