
Brodi’s MRI & operation
Donation protected
This is my life line and best friend, Brodi.
Brodi isn’t just a dog to me, he is so special, and important to me, and I know it’s a huge cliche, but he has saved me. Over and over again.
I will never be able to put into words how grateful and thankful I am to my mum for making my dream of owning a Dalmatian come true, but on a deeper level she hadn’t just made a dream come true, she had given me a companion. He never left my side, he stayed in my room with me every single night, he would cuddle up with me when I cried, he gave me nothing but love - and it took me a year or so to realise this. I’d be lying if I said he was an easy puppy, because he was far from it but Brodi grew into what I believe a therapy dog would be; he knew when I needed him, he would lick away my tears and brush his head against my cheek, but most importantly he never rushed me. If I needed to sit under a train bridge for an hour, he would wait for me, he would wait by my side until I could bring myself to continue moving forward with the world. I quickly grew very attached to him, but this time, unlike previous attachments, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I remember my first session at the mental health complex needs unit, they asked me what was keeping me alive if I really felt the way I did, and I made my therapist cry. Brodi was, and is my reason, when the world comes crumbling down around me and I feel as though other options would be better, all I can picture in that moment is Brodi’s face when I leave for work, and how he watches me leave from the window. I know he’s waiting for me all day, and can’t wait for me to get home. It’s all he lives for, being with his mum, and quite honestly - I couldn’t leave him. I couldn’t walk out one day and never come home, he would be watching out of the window for the rest of his life, and that would break my heart.
Brodi fell poorly just after Christmas, he was squealing in pain and limping. It absolutely destroyed me seeing him like this, and feeling so helpless and unable to make it go away. After numerous trips to the vets, unfortunately he needs to be referred for an MRI scan as they believe he has IVDD, which could potentially lead to him needing an operation. I am offering drawings as well in aim to try and raise enough money to save my boy, please don’t hesitate to contact me if you are interested, the way he has saved me, and honestly - I’m not quite ready to loose him yet. Any help would be massively appreciated, thank you for reading our story.
Organizer
Jess Radford
Organizer
England