Molly came into the shelter where I used to work as a stray. A lady found her on the side of the curb in front of her house after a thunderstorm. She was very, very skinny, her hair was thin, she appeared to be injured, and she was filthy. She had a new flea collar on, so the shelter director made us hold her as a seven day stray. She was going to be euthanized afterwards.
She was so sweet and so pitiful I couldn't let that happen, so I took her on as a foster. I got her checked out at the clinic where I also worked at the time, and she was found to be heartworm positive, she had a dislocated hip on top of dysplasia, and had been shot at some point with bird shot. Hip surgery, and HW treatment later, I decided I couldn't part with her, so I decided to keep her as mine.
This is her while still at the shelter a few days before her holding time was up:
This is Molly now: