Angry kitten gods

I must have angered the kitten gods. A nice young man showed up yesterday morning at work, holding a little black fuzz ball to his chest. It was a beautiful black kitten (with silver frosted fur). His eyes were caked shut with snot, and so was his poor little nose. He was about 8 weeks old. Both eyes were ulcerated, but as soon as you cuddled him under your chin, he made biscuits on your face and cheeks, and purred.

So...guess where he now resides? Yes. Yes. Yes. The bathroom. At least this one is not a bottle baby. He's big enough to eat kitten food. He's also very sick, so I'm not sure if he's going to pull through, although he does purr and make biscuits.

Worse yet, a woman brought in her puggle puppy tonight (pug/beagle cross). It's so ugly, it's adorable. He was picked up by his nose and shaken by a much larger dog. As a result, he developed some serious pulmonary bruising. The owner had not a single cent to her name, not even the money to come into the ER. I offered CareCredit, she did not want to apply. She called people. No money. Finally, I confided to her that I was fairly sure the puppy would pull through. I told her that I thought if she took the dog home and kept him quiet and calm for the night, he would likely survive. No, she didn't want to do that. She couldn't stand the thought of waking up and finding him dead. They just wanted him euthanized!

Exasperated, I went back to this cute little 5 month old puggle (who has a great prognosis). I couldn't stand the thought of euthanizing him. So now courtesy of some quick paperwork, he belongs to the clinic (i.e. me). Anybody want the world's cutest puggle??