my last cat was a pecial needs cat. he was homeless and we found im in downtown dayton. neighborhood kids would throw rocks at him and torture him so we took him in. it turned out that he had FIV (feline immunodeficiency virus). this meant that he couldnt eat anything but a special prescription. he had to have basically kitty prozac shots every couple months, pills everyday, steroids etc... he was a maine coon which will weigh at least 20 lbs. when we found him he was 5 lbs. i got him up to a normal weight and eventually i had to put him down. he was mentally gone and was scared all the time and attacked me. i went through and added up that in a year we spent 2,000 dollars on him. but there was no way i could let him live that life anymore. vets kept saying "youll be lucky if he lasts another 6 weeks". well we had him about a year and he was such an awesome cat. i love him and miss him so much. i treat my pets like my children.

this situation was different because we found him on the street. i dont know that i would adopt one now because im poor lol. but i definately would if i had the means. seems like the ones with problems like that are so much more appreciative. it was like he knew what we did for him and was so loving. aw, now im gonna cry