09/30/2026
I don’t think Traffic Cone knows how close we came to saying goodbye to her.
And I’m so glad she doesn’t. 🖤
When she first started losing the use of her back legs, we had no idea what we were dealing with. A fracture? A neurological problem? Something that would require an intensive surgery we simply couldn’t afford?
Her X-rays didn’t give us an answer. And there was a very real conversation about whether euthanasia might be the kindest option if her quality of life continued to decline and we couldn’t fix whatever was happening.
But I wasn’t ready. She was eating. She was drinking. She was alert. She was still there. So as long as she was willing to try, I was willing to try with her.
And sometimes, the answer isn’t nearly as complicated as you fear it will be.
She just needed water therapy. She needed exercise. She needing time, and most importantly, she needed patience and someone to believe in her.
First, we celebrated the tiniest movements in those back legs. Then she started getting herself around a little better.
Then she stood.
Then she walked.
And y’all…
It has only been ONE WEEK.
One week since we left Veterinary Care Center not knowing exactly what was wrong or what her future was going to look like.
One week of water therapy, encouraging her to use those little legs and giving her body time to figure things out.
And now?
TRAFFIC CONE RUNS. 😭
Like actually runs and climbs and jumps. (She doesn’t always land on her feet, we’re still working on that)
But the kitten I was carrying around because her back legs wouldn’t cooperate now goes wherever she pleases.
And somehow, one of her favorite places to go is my “prayer closet.”
I have a sign sitting in there that I’ve never gotten around to hanging up. It says:
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13
And I keep finding her beside it.
Maybe Traffic Cone can’t read. Actually, I’m fairly confident Traffic Cone can’t read.
But there’s something about finding this kitten curled up beside that sign that gets me every single time.
We named her Traffic Cone as a joke.
But somewhere along the way, the name became a little more fitting.
Traffic cones aren’t meant to stay where they’re placed forever.
They’re there while there’s an obstacle in the way.
And when the obstacle is gone?
You move the cone. 🖤
We also owe a HUGE thank you to Veterinary Care Center for helping us figure out how to give this little girl a chance, and to every single person who donated toward her care, checked in on her, shared her story, offered advice, prayed for her, or simply cheered her on from afar.
Y’all gave us the ability to say, “Let’s give her some time.”
And look what she did with it. 🥹
She’ll be heading back to the vet soon for her recheck, and we’re obviously hoping to hear that they’re just as happy with her progress as we are.
We’re not going to pretend we know exactly what the future holds for her yet.
But today?
She’s running.
ONE WEEK.
From barely using her back legs…
to this.
Look at her go. 🖤🥹
