Boo's Tumor Removal Surgery

My name is Ami and I'm wanting and needing help raising money for my dog Boo's medical. But first let me tell you a little story of how I met Boo.

I woke up in october of 2006. Rarely I ever wake up in the morning but I couldn't figure what woke me. Georgie and Chloe were acting all excited when I had let them outside. Couldnt understand why Chloe kept going back and forth. LIke she was bringing me a friend of hers. TIl I relized .. there was alittle black fluffy bear in my back yard nervous and scared. That little bear was Boo.

She was dumped in my back yard by my ex. At the time I didn't know it was him. But I knew I couldn't just let her stay out there knowing winter was coming and it was a big risk. I'll find her owners and take her to CARE. So I took the lil black beastie in. Fed her .. and even bathe her. OH Lord have mercy the fur that she shedded. The dirt that turned the waters black. I knew she wasn't lost. Shampoo wash rinse an repeat several times til the water ran clear. Behold .. the precious beasty was a beauty. She wasn't solid black. Her paws were a fiery coppery color with black nails even the fur around her claws were black. Her belly was white much like a german shepards mix. So I had thought she was a shepard mix with rottweiler. So I set to task getting her sent to CARE. But I honestly couldn't. I bonded with her. She bonded with us. I just couldn't. My Pack was complete.
2007 (  I believe ) 
Georgie and Boo  ( she was barely a year old or rather I barely had her a year ) 
Her traditional  sleeping style.  Gosh those white teeth and lack of white chin fuzz
Another Boo-ism



Days turned into months months into years. Our lives were so blessed with her Georgie and Chloe in it. Even though now Chloe and Boo cannot be in the same room with each other without risking a fight. I refused to give up either of my fur babies. Sadly Georgie who was my hearing guide dog had seizures and had finally had his final bout. Georgie luckily imparted the knowledge that she knew how to alert me to anything and everything. She is my ears. And my heart. Georgie passed away. And Boo sadly suffered the worst because this was her packmate. She was lost without him. Even my cats tried to console her. She was listless and dispondent. I was lost what to do. I knew I couldn't get another pet. I just couldn't afford it. But this is my baby I needed to do right by her. Weeks after weeks she was getting worst. I didn't want to lose her to a broken heart. And my socks and bed sheets I can't afford to keep replacing them because she started chewing on them. *laughs*

She's hard to get a good photo of.  This is current as of 2016.   See dat white chin fuzz yo!



So I guess maybe a year after Georgie's passing we had gone over to a friends house. She had a dachsund. Miniture little hellion. Mind you I can't stand dachsunds. But when we were there we knew full well. We had to rescue her. It was only a matter of time. Before she'd be road kill. Her original owner had left her with my friend. For months on months. Didn't bother to come and pick her up. So she left the pup there. Who became a bit wild and a pain in the blooming arse. My fiance was determined to save her. Fine we'll save her. But we need to find her a home. I don't like Doxies. So we brought her home. My mother wasn't too pleased. But mother understood. I promised we'd find her a home. *whistles* Looking at Russ we knew that wasn't going to happen he loved her.

So came the time to introduce her to Boo. *stares* .. *watches* ... *looks shocked* They bonded. Instantly. Boo was alive. She was happy. Exuberant. She was Boo once more. My baby was back. Little did I know .. that the little pain in the arse would bond with me. And little did I know I would fall in love with this little meat missile. I kid you not this pupper flies. All she needs is a cape. Meet Maggie Mae the Meat Missile. She still annoys me to no end. She's Boo's complete oppisite. Where as Boo is laid back polite and a quiet companion. Maggie is the demander of attentions. The Sausage trilling pup. The literal Drama Queen of the house.   She's also my baby too.  

Funnything? Both my girls match. It was meant to be. And As Maggie bonded to me.  Boo also was imparted the knowledge.  Of being my hearing dog and my protector. Boo now can relax and be an old lady. And watch over her charge.  She loves Maggie Mae and would fight to the death to protect her. She has done it before.

Nov 2016  Maggie and Boo  watering the grass and forraging for edible grass. 

Rare Boo-ism  ( can't figure why both dogs love my blanket)
Nov 2016 ( white chin fuzz yo ) 




So years later here we are. Here I am typing this. Trying so hard not to cry. Trying my best to be positive. I realized today I can't risk losing Boo. I just cant. We noticed a lump around october. It was tiny figured fatty tissue. But around Christmas time it seems to have gotten bigger. Well obviously bigger. You might see that lump in the picture on her chest behind her arm. Softball or baseball size depending on your hand size.

Prognosis of the vet visit. :
It is a tumor. We'll be dropping her off on Wednesday 1/11 for Xrays. Here's the kicker.

If her lungs/chest area is clear of any spots. Then she is a go for surgery.

If there are lumps and spots. Then they can't do the surgury. ( I have already decided giving up is not an option. ) I will find her a second Vet that will help her.

If she gets the green light for surgery then it will be schedualed Next week. Here's another catch:

Once they remove the tumor they will float it in solution of H20/water.

If it floats. Good news it's fatty tissue.
If it sinks. Bad news it's cancer or rather something not good.

But if they cannot do surgery I don't want to give her up to death. I don't want her to suffer. I will do all I can to find a vet who can give her a GOOD quality of life. If it means therapy radiation chemo .. So be it. But I cannot afford it.

My budget is 735 dollars a month because I am deafblind. I'm on disability. ( I really hate saying i'm disabled but I am) And medicaid. I'm out of work because at this rate it's hard to find ajob that won't cause me to lose my medical benefits. I'm also diabetic. I'm only asking for help to pay for the current medical. I pray to god it will be all good news here on out. But my paycheck every month goes towards my bills and my debt i have accrued over the years to keep food on the table and my pups and cats safe.

The bills currently for her medical will be:
( rounding up to the nearest dollar)
50 dollars for the checkup
135 dollars for the xray
450 to 600 for the surgery ( depending on how she does during surgery )

As I have care credit I can't afford to tack on another bill every month to my long list of bills or else I'll end up defaulting. I want to get my debt cleared. But that's not what this is for. This is for Boo. I am scared that if the prognosis is bad after the xray then I am pretty sure it's going to go way over 2000 or more just to get her healthy and safe again.

This is my promise. I will not use the money to benefit myself personally or anyone else. This is for my baby. It will pay the care credit bill or what I hae paid out of pocket for her medical. I will forever be in your debt for any amount given. I just can't lose her. Not like this. Not this way. I want her to grow old and go to sleep next to me when her time comes. I want to live in a house with her able to roam freely and not be cooped up in our small garage apartment. I want more time with her.

Now let me tell you about me. I am a 41 year old deaf blind woman who is an avid lover of nails and hair. I am a hairstylist and nail tech. I haven't been able to find ajob due to the fact sometimes I hate to admit this but being blind does get in the way. ( It's called Retinitus Pigmentosa and being deaf. aka I have Usher's syndrome type 3 ) Plus being broke you need money to job hunt yo!

I love all things cooking. I love computers. I love my dogs. I'm really a cat person but thanks to people dumping dogs on me I ended up becoming a dog lover.

I love giving advice on anything from Styling to beauty to nails to cooking. And video games. Yep I'm a gamer chick. ( No I don't have paid subscriptions to games. I'm not that rich LMAO )

So all I'm asking is .. help. I never ask for help. But I do need it. I don't know what to do I'm not always the strong one but I have to be. If not money then please please please prayers. Prayers are more valuable than currency. I know God listens. I know I might not get the answers I want. But it will be the answers I need.

I need prayers like pow. For my boo. For my family. For my heart. For my selfish reasons.  If not for me .. then for Maggie.   Boo is her  packmate and protector.  

Thank you so .. so .. so much for reading this. Even if you don't donate. Just share and get me all the prayers I can get. Bless you so much. And thank you.

Here's Maggie in her glory: Doxie Tax 


I'm also an imgurian  ... Cat tax! (Crosby my teddy bear)