Poor little thing is so pooped.
She's scheduled to be spayed next week and have a check-up. She's about 8 or 9 months old. She's quite timid when you get close to her face (hard telling what she went through). But she's not left my side since she's been here. Everytime I move, she moves
We went and bought her a new collar, cute little outfit to make her feel a little more "glamorous" until I can work on her 'do, and my little girl has bravely given up her "bankie" for the little furbaby as you can see in the picture
Not to mention she's eating like she's NEVER seen food before. The little sweetie is nothing but skin and bones
But we are sooo glad to have her here. And I had no idea how good it would feel to save a life
