woof woof. My name is Mouille, a German sharpen mixed dog currently living in Montreal with my Papa - Narlton. We are both from Hong Kong.

I am raising a fund to hope to receive some support from you to help us to get through my medical problem. This Fund will be used to just subsidize my medical expenses - for the following ups and the specialist consultation for my heart, and also not to miss any instant medical treatment and care I needed in the last moment of my life.

I have divided the story by two chapters, the first one will be explaining what's happened to me recently and the second one will be about our life story. I hope you could spend some time to read the whole story so you can have a full picture why this fund is so important to us. Thanks in advance for spending time on reading this!

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What's happened to me?

One week ago. I felt sick again, not just sick, it was really really sick that I have ever had. I did not want to eat anymore, I have no energy to walk, my urine turned to black and I started vomiting. Papa brought me to the veterinary immediately to do the check up including blood test, urine test and X ray etc. I did not like them shaving my belly and legs but I did not have choice.

We waited one hour at the veterinary for the result and I kept vomiting. Papa kept telling me I would be alright, do not be scared but I could tell he was actually the one who was most scared. After around 40 mins, the veterinarian asked us to go in the room and he started saying some terms about my body that I have no idea what do they mean, such as:

An urinary infection,

A 4/6 heart murmur with cardiomegaly,

An 7 cm intra-abdominal masses between the spleen and the liver,

Severe liver damage,

An inflammation, fever and extreme elevated white blood cell counts, etc.

Tones of information and all in French! I wish I have practiced French with papa in these four years. Papa started crying in the consultation room and it is my first time seeing him crying like this. He didn't even cried like this when I broke my flight cage.

At the meanwhile, I threw up again and the veterinarian suggested Papa to send me to hospital and probably need to stay in hospital for days but it would cost more than 3000 CAD for the first visit and 1000 CAD more per night. OMG. It is gonna cost papa an arm and a leg, or probably and a kidney! Papa was falling to pieces when he heard that. The veterinarian then offered Papa another options to hospitalize me for a night to stabilize my situation first so he would gain some time to figure out what should he do. Then Papa looked at me and told me everything would be ok, to be good and he would come to pick me tomorrow. So I followed the nurse to go into a room to put me on intravenous fluids, intravenous antibiotics and to receive injections to prevent vomiting.

I was resting at the care unit, looking at the windows, hoping the time goes faster to see Papa sooner. Papa has come to the clinic once in the evening! He brought me outside for a walk to get my urine to do tests.

Anyway, he stayed with me for I do not know for how long and he left when the sun is down. In the morning, the nurse leaded me to a room to see Papa. He looks so sad but I feel better as the nurse gave me a big can of food! I had no appetite to eat but I still ate a bit as I have not eaten for few days. While I am eating, I heard that the veterinarian said my life prognosis is considered unfavorable to poor and he offered papa two options:

1. Send me to the hospital for a full body check asap and see if any treatment to stabilize my heart and body condition then figure out any surgery is applicable to remove the 7 cm mass in my body. But the cost is gonna be immense for at least ten thousand Canadian dollars.

2. Take me home and continue the antibiotics treatment for my infection and see if I can be better first. Nothing can be guaranteed at this moment and Papa should get prepared for my leaving or he might have to send me to heaven by his choice if he see me suffering and that day might be anytime and not far. And more importantly, I might need to re-visit the veterinarian quite often, on and off, as long as the mass is still staying inside my belly.

Papa did not say anything but just asking for the advice and the way how to take care of me and help me to get stronger. He explained to me when we were on the way home from veterinary. He wanted to let me know that he would do anything to save me but he doesn't want to risk my life in it due to my poor body condition, my heart problem, my age (I am turning 11 this year), so many unpredictable factor in surgery and the long recovery journey. And also he does not have enough saving to pay till the end. For the surgery, his hand are tied.

Now, I am home and on treatment. My urinary infection is getting better under the antibiotics treatment, extra good food and care. However, my heart issue and the mass is still something that we are going to deal with.

I have taken a peek and a picture of the bill when he was showering. These two days costed Papa more than 2000 Canadian dollars in total and the follow-up test and consultation cost Papa again 500 more. That night I heard his phone call with his mum, saying he was so struggled because he wanted to work more to pay the coming bills as he doesn't want to run out of money to save me but at the same time he also wanted to spend more time on me because he is worried that the day I left the world is not that far.

He was also stressed about the financial limitation because he wants to do his best to having me in the world as long as possible without suffering, such as the veterinarian recommended booking me a specialist to have a deep check of my heart and have medication can stabilize my heart situation to low down the possibility of having rapid shortness of breath, excessive fatigue or difficulty drinking or eating or heart attack. This gave Papa a great hope and encouragement.

I look into his eyes, I know that I want to do something for him.

That's y I want to raise a fund to hope to receive some support from you to help papa to get through this. This Fund will be used to just subsidize my medical expenses - the following ups and specialist for my heart. Assisted with this fund, Papa would have a huge lower chance to facing a breakdown by handling my upcoming medical expenses and it would be less stressful for him about me not getting any efficient instant medical treatment and care on time in the last moment of my life.

If I am fortunate enough to have more funds than I needed till the day I go to heaven, the remaining amount of this fund will be ALL donated to the dog rescue association, which has rescued me, under my name, to spread all your loves to the other dogs!

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Who we are and our love story.

I am a rescued dog from suburbs and I was living in different shelters until the day I met Narlton when I was 6. He was suffering heavy depression plus anxiety and his friend brought him to a dog adoption day hoping the energy of dogs helps him regaining the will to continue the fight to against the mental illness.

That was the first day we met!

It was not my first time being in dog adoption event and sadly no one is ever interested in taking me home as I am a 30+ kg adult big dog with a significant hip dysplasia and abnormal coagulation function. I understand that it might be too hard for people to handle and managed and there is a high possibility that I was gonna live in shelters until the day I die. However, Narlton applied to offer a foster care for me at first as he wanted to save me and see if he could handle me well while he was suffering in his mental illness.

After few months, there is one time I got really sick. I threw up a lot and he sent me to the hospital. It costed him a lot and I thought he were gonna send me back to shelter. But he did not. He even applied to be my owner officially! He always make fun of it and say that he needed get back something from me at least before letting me go because I have cost him so much. haha I know he was just worried that no one would spend so much money to save me but just let me die if I back to shelter.

Anyway, Narlton become my papa starting from that time!

He brought me out to lots of places and served me good foods.

4 years ago, Papa has decided to move to Montreal to start his new life. He has no hesitation to bring me along with him as he knew all I have is just him. There were so many difficulties and also options but he still insisted to take me with him.

Tell you something funny, the cage in the picture is actually my second one. I destroyed the first one at the first night when he was not at home. I was just trying to see if it is durable! Then he needed to buy me a new one, more secured and more expensive one. haha It is about 500 USD for each. But he still had not left me behind!

Long story short, I moved to Montreal with him successfully and start our interdependent life. Restarting in a new city alone with a big dog like me is never that easy. There were so many challenge that papa needed to face such as limited choice for living as most of the apartment is not dog friendly, unstable jobs and incomes as my papa is a circus artist and coach that he needs to train and work at the same time.

He always do something weird next to me when we were out.

Anyway, there is also a unpredictable waiting time for the permanent residence of Canada due to the immigration blacklog, the inflation, and different challenges for sure. I can tell his burden is not that light!

But he always told me that how lucky he is having me with him and I am one of the main reasons for him to not to give up and keep going to face the life challenge, his depression and anxiety. He always said this when he is hugging me: Il n'y en a plus d'autre monde la, on a juste nous . (We only have each other but no one else.)

Papa still loves to bring me around the explore the country once he had time. He said we only live once so he wants to give me the best dog life that he can offer. He is thankful having different good friends to able him to bring me with him even he did not have a car nor driving license. I wish that I am able to have more time spending with my papa.

May you lend us a hand please? We really need your help to overcome this. Every single penny donated matters and it is important to us.

Thanks a lot for reading this and I appreciate all your support and love. ❤️