Zeus was literally found in the gutter, on the coldest night of that year. He couldn’t have found his own way there; he had been thrown away like a piece of rubbish. He was about 8 weeks old and his tiny thin body was frozen, and perfectly still. At first we thought he was dead, but he was rushed to the vets, with gentle hands and words of encouragement all the way. A team of vets desperately worked on him, the thermometer wouldn’t even register his temperature because it was so low, and they were unable to find a vein to put him on a drip.
With more words of encouragement there was at last a tiny wag of his tail. He was going to make it! After 3 days on a drip Zeus went to a foster home. His front legs were deformed due to malnourishment, and he had to wear splints and have physiotherapy. By some miracle Zeus overcame all of this. He never complained or made a fuss. He was so happy to be alive. He was soon adopted and is now a much-loved member of the family.