Big Help for Little Chevy
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Chevy has been through so much, yet her spirit is so resilient. Before she came to live with us at the not so tender age of 11, Chevy experienced many hardships and faced much loss, which gave her separation anxiety... but also made her irrepressibly and irresistibly affectionate. When we adopted her with her best friend Mynx, then 6, three years ago they had been in the shelter for 100 days. Both have come to thrive in a home where they finally feel secure and loved, and where they know they will never be separated or abandoned.
We haved faced many challenges together as a family of two adults and two cats in the last three years. Both cats have allergies and food sensitivities. Two years ago Chevy had a pneumothorax that nearly took her life. Earlier this year she had to have an ultrasound on her heart to ensure she was healthy enough for her subsequent dental surgery. Mynx is currently recovering from a very scarey episode of necrotizing pancreatitis and is currently in remission from accompnaying diabetes, thanks to constant and consistent care.
Although Chevy and Mynx are worth every second of worry and every penny we've spent, all of these challenges have been emotionally draining and very expensive. We were so lucky to raise enough money to save Chevy’s life a couple of years ago thanks to the kindness and generosity of friends, family, neighbours and even strangers... but most of the money we have required to give them the care they deserve over the last three years, we have somehow managed to scrape together ourselves. I can’t even bring myself to calculate how much money we have invested in Chevy and Mynx’s well being. Including the last $1600 we had saved up so that today, Chevy could have a CT scan and biopsy for a large and quickly growing mass on her back left knee.
Now we need to raise enough money to help Chevy to have this mass removed before it grows too big to do so, affecting her ability to jump (which, other than cuddling, is her favourite activity) and possibly turning into a more sinister form of cancer. When it comes time for the surgery, there is a chance that removing the mass, due to its location and size, may not be possible, in which case they would have to amputate the leg from the hip down. Either way, the cost is the same. Obviously we will do everything in our power to help Chevy to keep her leg so she can continue to pounce on us at whim, but if she loses it, we will make sure she is as comfortable as possible during that difficult transition.
The surgery will cost $3500, and there will be medications on top of that, as well as the cost of adjusting our home to meet her post-surgery needs (read - how to safely get a stubbornly persistent cat from point A to point B when she is unable to jump there like she used to). Aside from this mass, she is in very good health for her age. But the longer we leave it, the more chances there are of it becoming dangerous. Chevy deserves more time to spend as a happy cat, now that she has finally found her loving forever family.
I know many of you helped us two years ago, and we don’t expect anything now... but for Chevy I must try.
UPDATE:
August 27th
Chevy is doing so much better, and so are we thanks to the support of so many generous and caring friends, family members, neighbours and even strangers.
Chevy went for a follow up chest X-ray this week, and she is looking so much better! Her spunky little personality has returned, she is eating well and starting to regain some of the weight she lost during her crisis.
We are still saving up to get her an oxygen concentrator for her ongoing respiratory issues and have a few more debts to repay, but the best news is that she is still here with us and has promised me another ten years of her naughty, adorable, loveable little self.
I am very grateful to every single person who helped and reached out to us during this difficult time. Thank you so very much. We couldn't have done this without you.
August 16th
I couldn't be happier to report that Chevy is making amazing progress, particularly because today is the one year anniversary of us adopting her and her best friend Mynx!
It has been such an exhausting ten days, but all worth it to see Chevy's sweet little personality returning. She has spent most of the day up on her favourtie perch, looking down upon her subjects with gratitude. She has been eating more; using the litter box; she has been meowing, purring & head butting. She even showed interest in chasing her string for about ten seconds!
Next week we take Chevy for a follow up x-ray, and then the next step is to raise enough funds to buy an oxygen concentrator (we are currently renting one until we can find an affordable option to purchase) since she will need to have her oxygen tent set up ongoing so that she may come and go from it as needed. I'm very glad that she has taken to it so well, it's made a huge difference in her recovery.
I can't possibly say thank you enough times to everyone who contributed to Chevy's recovery fund! This simply wouldn't have been possible with your kind generosity. In fact, it has rekindled my hope in humanity to see how many people have reached out. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your donations!
We're not totally out of the woods yet, but we are now on the edge looking towards sunny pastures rather than in the dark depths of Mirkwood! Please continue to share Chevy's story so that we can raise enough funds to get make sure her recovery continues.
Big hugs to you all!!!!!!
UPDATE:
August 12th
Thanks to the generosity of so many friends, familiy members, neighbours and even total strangers, Chevy has been receiving excellent treatment, medications, consultations & care. She is such a tough little cookie, and is going to pull through!
We aren't totally out of the woods yet, but thankfully, other than her poor little lungs, Chevy seems fairly healthy for a 12 year old. There may be other conditions that we are dealing with here, but only time and follow up x-rays will tell.
Today we rented an oxygen concentrator and set her up a little make-shift oxygen tent. She spent most of the evening in there, and seemed to really enjoy the oxygen rich atmosphere. This should really help her chronic bronchial problems, and we may need to end up purchasing a concentrator if she needs it ongoing.
We still have upcoming check-ups, fees, loans to pay back, and continued medications and oxygen therapy bills to think about, so please take the time to share Chevy's story on friends' Facebook pages, or Tweet out a meow on her behalf.
It warms my heart to look across the room and see her sweet little face, knowing how close we came to losing her. Thank you all so, so much for your kind generosity. I promise to one day pay it forward.
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August 9th
Everyone who knows me knows how much I care about animals. I have been so lucky to have formed amazingly strong bonds with the animals in my life over the years, and last year was really tough because I lost my two best friends in this world, first my old boy Zucch at 16, and then my sweet old girl Lily at 17. I had the privilege of seeing them through kitten hood and many wonderfully healthy, happy days; I nursed them through illnesses through the last few years we had together, providing the best palliative care possible; right up until having to make the hardest decisions of my life in letting them go when it was painfully clear that there was no other choice and that I could give them the gift of ending their suffering.
I thought after they were both gone it would be a long time before I was ready to adopt again. But then I accidentally happened upon the story of Chevy & Mynx. A bonded pair of elderly female cats, they had been in the SPCA for over three months. After being transferred from one shelter to another, they were almost separated in error, but Cristie, one of the heroes who works at the SPCA, was smart enough to figure out that Chevy & Mynx are a match made in heaven, and she reunited the two and made sure they stayed together. Chevy’s original person had died, and she had been passed around until she eventually wound up in the same home as Mynx… they were surrendered together. Although these two adorable felines detest all other cats, their love for one another is moving. They snuggle together daily, the tiny Chevy “forcing” the colossal Mynx to submit to grooming as though she were her mama, and in times of stress they always find comfort in each others presence.
After I read their story and saw their pictures, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Part of me was afraid that if I adopted them so soon after losing my darling Lily, I would be dishonouring her memory. So I asked advice of friends who had been through similar losses and adopted soon after; I sought counsel with my trusted vet; I researched online to find the answer I knew deep down already: I had a big enough heart to mourn my losses while still providing the love these two old ladies so desperately needed. I also felt that because I had so much experience with cats, particularly elderly cats who need so much care, that I had a responsibility to do so. And so I went with my partner Darryl to meet these two cats who had captured the hearts of everyone who works and volunteers and the Vancouver SPCA.
It was love at first sight before I even met them, but once we walked through the doors of the room they were kept in and received immediate head bumps from the precocious and over the top affectionate Chevy, and saw the look on poor Mynxie’s face that rivalled Grumpy Cat, I knew I was making the right decision and that these two girl had to come home with us. And so after 99 days in the shelter, they did. And they were at home right away, us helping them to trust again and to feel spoiled and loved, doing everything we could to treat their respiratory ailments and dermatitis; them helping us through the grieving process of losing our beloved friends.
Fast forward one year. A year to the day, in fact, that I found out unexpectedly that my sweet Lily had congestive heart failure and that I’d have to let her go to save her suffering:
Saturday, 6AM. From bed I hear the sounds of Chevy throwing up what I assume is another hair ball (grooming herself AND the giantess Mynx is a LOT of square footage and she’s been coughing up a lot of these lately). She comes back to bed and I notice right away that she is very uncomfortable. Her breathing, which is often mildly laboured due to asthma is worse that usual, and her entire back is spasming, as though in a charley horse. This spasm lasts for five hours until it finally settles, but her breathing is bad, and so we take her to Cats Only. Dr. Ritchie says she needs blood work, urinalysis and possible lung X-ray. I have brought every cent I have with me and agree, whatever it takes to help Chevy. They tell me I can go for coffee, but no way, I am staying with her through everything they will allow me to… Chevy is very needy and has become extremely attached to me in the last year. They get the blood and urine, and by this time, Chevy is very distressed so I take her into a quiet room to sit while she calms down… but suddenly she throws up four or five GIANT hair balls, one getting caught in her throat, choking her. She finally gets it up but is now open mouth breathing and has to be put in oxygen chamber for a time. I stay with her and once she has settled down a bit, they administer fluids, B vitamins and pain killers, and we decide to bring her back Monday for lung X-rays as she is too distressed now.
Sunday morning she is worse, hasn’t left her carrier at all, has not eaten since Friday… the vet is closed and so we take her to Animal ER. We are there all day. They do lung X-rays, and find that she has a pneumothorax - air in her chest cavity, outside her lungs. Her heart is not visible from any angle. The kind ER vet, Dr. Mancel, says it looks like a possible tumour, but as she is not an expert gives me the option (at added cost of course) to send the rads to a radiologist who may be better able to understand what is going on. He recommends a procedure called thoracocentesis, sedating her and removing the air from her chest cavity, and then a second set of x-rays. Of course I concede, I still have money in my pocket and I love this little girl fiercely. When she comes back from the procedure as soon as she hears my voice she perks up and tries to turn around to see me, but she’s wobbly and out of it, so I go to the top of her carrier and she head buts me. Darling girl. After examining the second set of rads, the radiologist believes she has pneumonia and that she can be treated with heavy duty antibiotics. The ER vet says it would be best to leave her overnight, but I don’t have enough money for that, and I believe the philosophy of my long time trusted vet, Dr. Nicky Joosting (who is sadly on hiatus due to her own lung disease but consulting with me via email), that cats are best nursed at home, when at all possible. So we bring her home with instructions to take her back to Cats Only on Monday for another lung x-ray, but to watch her closely and return to ER if she begins open mouth breathing. Sunday is a very long day and even longer night, Darryl sleeping on the floor so that I can have Chevy next to me in her carrier with the lid removed, my hand under her head all night during fitful sleep of checking her repeatedly. I do manage to get her first dose of antibiotics in her before bed, even though she has only eaten 4 Temptations.
Monday we return for the next set of X-rays and she seems to perk up in the car on the way there. She is looking out her carrier and curious, enjoying being petted, way more aware than she has been. When we get home, she comes out of her carrier for the first time since Saturday, and snuggles and purrs against me after eating another dozen treats. I am so hopeful now! I call Darryl to tell him the great news, but by the time he gets home she’s in rough shape again. The back and forth is so hard to take, but my lovely friend Morgan Brayton, cat advocate and volunteer for VOKRA, advises me to enjoy the good moments and let the meds do their work. I am trying.
Today is Tuesday, and Dr. Nicky has had a chance to look at the X-rays taken on Sunday. She is a feline expert, and so I have been anxiously awaiting her advice. She has good news and bad news. The good news is that this pneumothorax can be treated and Chevy has a chance to fully recover so she can run around the apartment like a crazy person again and demand my attention and lap when I am trying to type (which is where she is at this very moment) for many years to come! The bad news is she may require repeated thoracocentesis procedures along with the antibiotics. And just now as I was writing this, I heard back from the wonderful Dr. Ritchie at Cats Only with more good news: her blood-work and urinalysis look fairly normal, and her kidneys are in great shape! This means that Chevy has excellent chances for a full recovery!!! I will take her back to Cats Only tomorrow for a follow up X-ray and we will take it from there.
I have been so lucky so far to have had some donations and loans from excellent friends, relatives and neighbours, because so far it has cost almost $2000, and being a low income, self employed hair stylist, I am far from rich. But if Chevy is going to finally get to live the happy life she deserves, we are going to need more help, and so I am asking now with tears in my eyes, will you please help me to make sure that Chevy can live? It would break my heart if money were the reason she had to die. Dr. Nicky thinks it may cost as much as five to ten thousand dollars by the time all is said and done, although hopefully we will not need the full amount but it’s best to be prepared for the worst. With Go Fund Me we can take it day by day, donation by donation. ANYTHING YOU CAN SPARE WILL HELP! I once donated the last $7 I had left on my credit card to a Go Fund Me for a dog in desperate need, because I know that it all adds up.
Chevy has had a hard life so far, and everyone who meets her knows what an incredibly loveable creature she is, full of personality and totally the boss of this house. Chevy deserves a chance; Mynx deserves her companion; and Darryl and I need this tiny bundle of affection who has filled our lives with so much joy in times of sadness. We have been grateful for the help we have received so far: the compassion and caring of the vets, technicians; the donations and loans we have been given; the friends who have sent their love. We will be eternally grateful for all the donations, well wishes and prayers we receive on behalf of Chevy. Thank you for reading her story.
Chevy has been through so much, yet her spirit is so resilient. Before she came to live with us at the not so tender age of 11, Chevy experienced many hardships and faced much loss, which gave her separation anxiety... but also made her irrepressibly and irresistibly affectionate. When we adopted her with her best friend Mynx, then 6, three years ago they had been in the shelter for 100 days. Both have come to thrive in a home where they finally feel secure and loved, and where they know they will never be separated or abandoned.
We haved faced many challenges together as a family of two adults and two cats in the last three years. Both cats have allergies and food sensitivities. Two years ago Chevy had a pneumothorax that nearly took her life. Earlier this year she had to have an ultrasound on her heart to ensure she was healthy enough for her subsequent dental surgery. Mynx is currently recovering from a very scarey episode of necrotizing pancreatitis and is currently in remission from accompnaying diabetes, thanks to constant and consistent care.
Although Chevy and Mynx are worth every second of worry and every penny we've spent, all of these challenges have been emotionally draining and very expensive. We were so lucky to raise enough money to save Chevy’s life a couple of years ago thanks to the kindness and generosity of friends, family, neighbours and even strangers... but most of the money we have required to give them the care they deserve over the last three years, we have somehow managed to scrape together ourselves. I can’t even bring myself to calculate how much money we have invested in Chevy and Mynx’s well being. Including the last $1600 we had saved up so that today, Chevy could have a CT scan and biopsy for a large and quickly growing mass on her back left knee.
Now we need to raise enough money to help Chevy to have this mass removed before it grows too big to do so, affecting her ability to jump (which, other than cuddling, is her favourite activity) and possibly turning into a more sinister form of cancer. When it comes time for the surgery, there is a chance that removing the mass, due to its location and size, may not be possible, in which case they would have to amputate the leg from the hip down. Either way, the cost is the same. Obviously we will do everything in our power to help Chevy to keep her leg so she can continue to pounce on us at whim, but if she loses it, we will make sure she is as comfortable as possible during that difficult transition.
The surgery will cost $3500, and there will be medications on top of that, as well as the cost of adjusting our home to meet her post-surgery needs (read - how to safely get a stubbornly persistent cat from point A to point B when she is unable to jump there like she used to). Aside from this mass, she is in very good health for her age. But the longer we leave it, the more chances there are of it becoming dangerous. Chevy deserves more time to spend as a happy cat, now that she has finally found her loving forever family.
I know many of you helped us two years ago, and we don’t expect anything now... but for Chevy I must try.
UPDATE:
August 27th
Chevy is doing so much better, and so are we thanks to the support of so many generous and caring friends, family members, neighbours and even strangers.
Chevy went for a follow up chest X-ray this week, and she is looking so much better! Her spunky little personality has returned, she is eating well and starting to regain some of the weight she lost during her crisis.
We are still saving up to get her an oxygen concentrator for her ongoing respiratory issues and have a few more debts to repay, but the best news is that she is still here with us and has promised me another ten years of her naughty, adorable, loveable little self.
I am very grateful to every single person who helped and reached out to us during this difficult time. Thank you so very much. We couldn't have done this without you.
August 16th
I couldn't be happier to report that Chevy is making amazing progress, particularly because today is the one year anniversary of us adopting her and her best friend Mynx!
It has been such an exhausting ten days, but all worth it to see Chevy's sweet little personality returning. She has spent most of the day up on her favourtie perch, looking down upon her subjects with gratitude. She has been eating more; using the litter box; she has been meowing, purring & head butting. She even showed interest in chasing her string for about ten seconds!
Next week we take Chevy for a follow up x-ray, and then the next step is to raise enough funds to buy an oxygen concentrator (we are currently renting one until we can find an affordable option to purchase) since she will need to have her oxygen tent set up ongoing so that she may come and go from it as needed. I'm very glad that she has taken to it so well, it's made a huge difference in her recovery.
I can't possibly say thank you enough times to everyone who contributed to Chevy's recovery fund! This simply wouldn't have been possible with your kind generosity. In fact, it has rekindled my hope in humanity to see how many people have reached out. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your donations!
We're not totally out of the woods yet, but we are now on the edge looking towards sunny pastures rather than in the dark depths of Mirkwood! Please continue to share Chevy's story so that we can raise enough funds to get make sure her recovery continues.
Big hugs to you all!!!!!!
UPDATE:
August 12th
Thanks to the generosity of so many friends, familiy members, neighbours and even total strangers, Chevy has been receiving excellent treatment, medications, consultations & care. She is such a tough little cookie, and is going to pull through!
We aren't totally out of the woods yet, but thankfully, other than her poor little lungs, Chevy seems fairly healthy for a 12 year old. There may be other conditions that we are dealing with here, but only time and follow up x-rays will tell.
Today we rented an oxygen concentrator and set her up a little make-shift oxygen tent. She spent most of the evening in there, and seemed to really enjoy the oxygen rich atmosphere. This should really help her chronic bronchial problems, and we may need to end up purchasing a concentrator if she needs it ongoing.
We still have upcoming check-ups, fees, loans to pay back, and continued medications and oxygen therapy bills to think about, so please take the time to share Chevy's story on friends' Facebook pages, or Tweet out a meow on her behalf.
It warms my heart to look across the room and see her sweet little face, knowing how close we came to losing her. Thank you all so, so much for your kind generosity. I promise to one day pay it forward.
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August 9th
Everyone who knows me knows how much I care about animals. I have been so lucky to have formed amazingly strong bonds with the animals in my life over the years, and last year was really tough because I lost my two best friends in this world, first my old boy Zucch at 16, and then my sweet old girl Lily at 17. I had the privilege of seeing them through kitten hood and many wonderfully healthy, happy days; I nursed them through illnesses through the last few years we had together, providing the best palliative care possible; right up until having to make the hardest decisions of my life in letting them go when it was painfully clear that there was no other choice and that I could give them the gift of ending their suffering.
I thought after they were both gone it would be a long time before I was ready to adopt again. But then I accidentally happened upon the story of Chevy & Mynx. A bonded pair of elderly female cats, they had been in the SPCA for over three months. After being transferred from one shelter to another, they were almost separated in error, but Cristie, one of the heroes who works at the SPCA, was smart enough to figure out that Chevy & Mynx are a match made in heaven, and she reunited the two and made sure they stayed together. Chevy’s original person had died, and she had been passed around until she eventually wound up in the same home as Mynx… they were surrendered together. Although these two adorable felines detest all other cats, their love for one another is moving. They snuggle together daily, the tiny Chevy “forcing” the colossal Mynx to submit to grooming as though she were her mama, and in times of stress they always find comfort in each others presence.
After I read their story and saw their pictures, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Part of me was afraid that if I adopted them so soon after losing my darling Lily, I would be dishonouring her memory. So I asked advice of friends who had been through similar losses and adopted soon after; I sought counsel with my trusted vet; I researched online to find the answer I knew deep down already: I had a big enough heart to mourn my losses while still providing the love these two old ladies so desperately needed. I also felt that because I had so much experience with cats, particularly elderly cats who need so much care, that I had a responsibility to do so. And so I went with my partner Darryl to meet these two cats who had captured the hearts of everyone who works and volunteers and the Vancouver SPCA.
It was love at first sight before I even met them, but once we walked through the doors of the room they were kept in and received immediate head bumps from the precocious and over the top affectionate Chevy, and saw the look on poor Mynxie’s face that rivalled Grumpy Cat, I knew I was making the right decision and that these two girl had to come home with us. And so after 99 days in the shelter, they did. And they were at home right away, us helping them to trust again and to feel spoiled and loved, doing everything we could to treat their respiratory ailments and dermatitis; them helping us through the grieving process of losing our beloved friends.
Fast forward one year. A year to the day, in fact, that I found out unexpectedly that my sweet Lily had congestive heart failure and that I’d have to let her go to save her suffering:
Saturday, 6AM. From bed I hear the sounds of Chevy throwing up what I assume is another hair ball (grooming herself AND the giantess Mynx is a LOT of square footage and she’s been coughing up a lot of these lately). She comes back to bed and I notice right away that she is very uncomfortable. Her breathing, which is often mildly laboured due to asthma is worse that usual, and her entire back is spasming, as though in a charley horse. This spasm lasts for five hours until it finally settles, but her breathing is bad, and so we take her to Cats Only. Dr. Ritchie says she needs blood work, urinalysis and possible lung X-ray. I have brought every cent I have with me and agree, whatever it takes to help Chevy. They tell me I can go for coffee, but no way, I am staying with her through everything they will allow me to… Chevy is very needy and has become extremely attached to me in the last year. They get the blood and urine, and by this time, Chevy is very distressed so I take her into a quiet room to sit while she calms down… but suddenly she throws up four or five GIANT hair balls, one getting caught in her throat, choking her. She finally gets it up but is now open mouth breathing and has to be put in oxygen chamber for a time. I stay with her and once she has settled down a bit, they administer fluids, B vitamins and pain killers, and we decide to bring her back Monday for lung X-rays as she is too distressed now.
Sunday morning she is worse, hasn’t left her carrier at all, has not eaten since Friday… the vet is closed and so we take her to Animal ER. We are there all day. They do lung X-rays, and find that she has a pneumothorax - air in her chest cavity, outside her lungs. Her heart is not visible from any angle. The kind ER vet, Dr. Mancel, says it looks like a possible tumour, but as she is not an expert gives me the option (at added cost of course) to send the rads to a radiologist who may be better able to understand what is going on. He recommends a procedure called thoracocentesis, sedating her and removing the air from her chest cavity, and then a second set of x-rays. Of course I concede, I still have money in my pocket and I love this little girl fiercely. When she comes back from the procedure as soon as she hears my voice she perks up and tries to turn around to see me, but she’s wobbly and out of it, so I go to the top of her carrier and she head buts me. Darling girl. After examining the second set of rads, the radiologist believes she has pneumonia and that she can be treated with heavy duty antibiotics. The ER vet says it would be best to leave her overnight, but I don’t have enough money for that, and I believe the philosophy of my long time trusted vet, Dr. Nicky Joosting (who is sadly on hiatus due to her own lung disease but consulting with me via email), that cats are best nursed at home, when at all possible. So we bring her home with instructions to take her back to Cats Only on Monday for another lung x-ray, but to watch her closely and return to ER if she begins open mouth breathing. Sunday is a very long day and even longer night, Darryl sleeping on the floor so that I can have Chevy next to me in her carrier with the lid removed, my hand under her head all night during fitful sleep of checking her repeatedly. I do manage to get her first dose of antibiotics in her before bed, even though she has only eaten 4 Temptations.
Monday we return for the next set of X-rays and she seems to perk up in the car on the way there. She is looking out her carrier and curious, enjoying being petted, way more aware than she has been. When we get home, she comes out of her carrier for the first time since Saturday, and snuggles and purrs against me after eating another dozen treats. I am so hopeful now! I call Darryl to tell him the great news, but by the time he gets home she’s in rough shape again. The back and forth is so hard to take, but my lovely friend Morgan Brayton, cat advocate and volunteer for VOKRA, advises me to enjoy the good moments and let the meds do their work. I am trying.
Today is Tuesday, and Dr. Nicky has had a chance to look at the X-rays taken on Sunday. She is a feline expert, and so I have been anxiously awaiting her advice. She has good news and bad news. The good news is that this pneumothorax can be treated and Chevy has a chance to fully recover so she can run around the apartment like a crazy person again and demand my attention and lap when I am trying to type (which is where she is at this very moment) for many years to come! The bad news is she may require repeated thoracocentesis procedures along with the antibiotics. And just now as I was writing this, I heard back from the wonderful Dr. Ritchie at Cats Only with more good news: her blood-work and urinalysis look fairly normal, and her kidneys are in great shape! This means that Chevy has excellent chances for a full recovery!!! I will take her back to Cats Only tomorrow for a follow up X-ray and we will take it from there.
I have been so lucky so far to have had some donations and loans from excellent friends, relatives and neighbours, because so far it has cost almost $2000, and being a low income, self employed hair stylist, I am far from rich. But if Chevy is going to finally get to live the happy life she deserves, we are going to need more help, and so I am asking now with tears in my eyes, will you please help me to make sure that Chevy can live? It would break my heart if money were the reason she had to die. Dr. Nicky thinks it may cost as much as five to ten thousand dollars by the time all is said and done, although hopefully we will not need the full amount but it’s best to be prepared for the worst. With Go Fund Me we can take it day by day, donation by donation. ANYTHING YOU CAN SPARE WILL HELP! I once donated the last $7 I had left on my credit card to a Go Fund Me for a dog in desperate need, because I know that it all adds up.
Chevy has had a hard life so far, and everyone who meets her knows what an incredibly loveable creature she is, full of personality and totally the boss of this house. Chevy deserves a chance; Mynx deserves her companion; and Darryl and I need this tiny bundle of affection who has filled our lives with so much joy in times of sadness. We have been grateful for the help we have received so far: the compassion and caring of the vets, technicians; the donations and loans we have been given; the friends who have sent their love. We will be eternally grateful for all the donations, well wishes and prayers we receive on behalf of Chevy. Thank you for reading her story.
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Noelle Pion
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Vancouver, BC