One morning, my Chinese grandpa took us for a morning walk to the market. In China, many stray cats and dogs roam freely. He took us through a part in the neighborhood where they usually could be found. That's how we found Little Snowdrop. When we found her, she was so fragile and small.
She was so thin that you could feel her ribs through her skin. We fed her every day if we could, and tried to mix medicine in the food so it could help. The situation was growing worse. She only had about five days left in her. It was so pitying to find her shivering in the cold, wet showers of the season.
We later found her with her sister, her mother, and another, much smaller kitty. We named her
[the much smaller kitty] Ginger Black because of her color. The next day we saw her pained. We thought she would be okay. After arriving back home, she was dying.
When my uncle came, I asked him to help the kitty. He said there was nothing we could do. I took him to the kitty, and we had to watch her die. I felt small and helpless.Then I realized something. Not every animal can be saved.
We would have to focus and help Little Snowdrop, as we could still save her.
We tried our best, but she refused to eat the medicine mixed in food. We brung her to our house and we would bring her to the vet on Saturday. The next day she was gone.
On Saturday morning, we searched for her. We found her almost right before we left. Her family had left her. The mother cat had believed her to be to sick to survive. She would have died if not for the medicine and the vet's help. The vet helped Little Snowdrop and told us to pick her up the next day.
We had to force the medicine in her mouth. She steadily improved each day. Before we went back home, we left her at the vet. He had agreed to house the cat until my uncle was back.
She would begin a better life.
-Unanimous
The Duck Helper
In about 2018, my dad had started up the swimming pool again. It was one of those days which was hot and sticky. Later when my dad was outside, lo and behold! There was a mother duck with 5 or 6 ducklings swimming around in our pool. They had managed to get in the pool, but couldn't get out. My dad took some stones and piled then on the pool's steps. He then waded in the pool and made a ramp so the ducks could get back to land. The mother duck was worried at first, then realized that my dad was trying to help. The ducks shook off and preened their feathers. They then got in single file, mama first, and waddled away.
-Unanimous