Hello, my name is Troy . I’m told I’m a handsome ginger lad with the biggest eyes
through which you can see straight into my troubled soul.
Life has dealt me a cruel ride which has shaken me to the core, and quite simply
I would prefer to hide myself away in my basket rather than risk stepping out into
a world that to date has only let me down, and shattered any confidence I once had.
My carers find my supremely gentle nature, despite my obvious silent torment, to
be very encouraging, and yet heartbreaking at the same time.
I get lots of affection and encouragement, and I know the kind people that look
after me believe that I will get braver as time goes on. I’m told I have to because
it is not good for me to be so withdrawn, physically or emotionally.
I was taken into the care of the RSPCA along with my two feline friends Tessa and
Travis – they are a lot happier these days, having learnt to trust again to some
degree, enough to come out of their cages of their own accord and mix with the
other crew in the sanctuary cabin. It’s all too much for me to handle just yet…..
I’ve got to learn to trust, and I’m told that my people here will help me through
this however long it may take.
For now, forgive me, I’m going back to sleep, curled in the tightest ball in my snug
safe haven of a bed, and maybe dream of the fairytale ending that my carers give
promise of – eternally loving and understanding people of my very own, who take
me into their home, and help me to build the confidence to live a life free of fear,
safe from the neglect and cruelty which came so close to destroying me.