When a human being has a human approach to another human being, this is considered “humane”.

When a human being treats an animal in a humane fashion this is also a human act.

I want to tell you a story about a humane person, one of the many true heroes who help animals in need every day.



As told by his owner B.V. in a hardware forum

The story began 3 years ago in September, when one evening I went with friends in a nearby pub for a drink. The pub is close to pizzeria Jikov on Geo Milev str, Sofia. As we sat, I saw a cat with an obvious problem, lying in the grass. Poor thing was circling in one place without being able to move his hind legs. Together with my friends we brought it to a 24/7 vet clinic for an examination (it was about 1am). First we thought it was hit by a car, but it turned out the cat was shot with a pellet gun in the back bones, right between the vertebrae.

Here are the roentgen pictures:



The pellet damaged the cat’s back.

Later we heard that the moronic owner of the pizzeria has been drunk and shot the cat just for fun.
The vet said the cat is most likely in shock and he’ll need a day or two to recover. I took him home for a while, just for a while, but he touched my heart and I couldn’t put him down. In three critical cases we almost did it, but he somehow made it through…

Pictures from the next day:




Time went by and I brought him in the St George Clinic in Redouta, Sofia. I was fascinated with the vets there – good and competent professionals. A doctor there suggested to start galantamine shots (improving his nerve conduction) for a month, 3 times a day. Of course I didn’t have the time to get him there 3 times per day so I had to learn how to do the shots myself. It was hard in the beginning but we teamed up. I was shocked to hear him purring and looking at me with gratitude during the shots. It looked like he understands I do it for his own good.

The galantamine shots did improve his condition but he was never able to walk again. He uses only his forelegs, shuffling the hind ones. He cannot use the toilet on his own, so I assist him with this too – every morning and every evening. It’s sad and onerous, but it doesn’t bother me at all. I do it with pleasure.

But the problems were not over. As the nerve damage was accompanied with low sensitivity, Joreto started treating his legs as estranged objects, hindering his movement. As a result of this, one evening when I got home I found him in his box and the view was shocking – he bit his legs, trying to get rid of them (I won’t go into details or post pictures, it’s too harsh to watch). I bandaged him and immediately took him back to the clinic. We had to change the bandages 2 times per day again for a month…

We coped with that and got over it.

My Mom came up with the idea of sewing a “clothing” for him, because as I told you he cannot use the toilet himself… well you know…

Here’s a picture with his “dress”



This stage was also over in a year and a half. Now he has learned to wait for me in the morning and in the evening in order to use the toilet and doesn’t need the dress.

I am so fond of him. Although he is impaired, he is in good condition, playful and overcoming his motion limitations. His forepaws are quite strong and that helps him move around and even climb the sofas.

Here are couple of his latest pictures:

Lazy in the linen


And again


In his favourite box


That’s all.
This is his story. I know for many of you his story is shocking, but I can confirm the care we are now providing is nothing compared to the efforts we initially had to put for his survival.

And all the expenses and all the efforts were worth it.

Now to explain why he looks so startled on this picture: I forbade him to shuffle through the uncovered terrace concrete floor, because we cannot maintain it perfectly clean all the time and he gets messy. He knows that and when he sees me he ‘runs’ away – I managed to record one of these cases on this photo. He has his own space outside, covered in plastic grass.

There he is – happy on the “lawn”