In 2017 my whole world changed, I lost the ability to walk and had major surgery for primary bone cancer. I felt like my world was crumbling around me, but at only 1 year old, and just a few months after I rescued him, Fin nursed me back to health. He was at my side 24/7 while I dealt with my diagnosis, and has been there through everything that followed on my difficult journey. I was immobile for a long time, and some days he was my only company, so the bond we have is incredibly strong , and he's one of the most important parts of my life.
Fin has always been a healthy and happy boy, but in October 2020 he began having seizures and was diagnosed with epilepsy. He has been monitored closely and we tried a range of different medications and doses, but didn't manage to control the seizures. Recently, they've become so frequent that this week he had an MRI, and I got the news - he has a brain tumour.
Fin is only 5 and should have a long life ahead of him. He's strong and young and we seem to have caught the cancer in time to offer him treatment options...but they are expensive treatment options. Unfortunately, even with a high level of insurance, his radiotherapy treatment will cost at least an extra £6000. If he has surgery, it will be double that figure.
I've been in this position, I've heard the 'I'm sorry but it's cancer' speech myself, and I knew I would do everything I could do to fight my way through it. And through that, Fin was by my side every night, every step as I learnt to walk again (twice), and he kissed away every tear. Now I have to do that for him. I have to do all I can to save my best friend. I want to offer him treatment that will ease any pain and prolong his life.
When I rescued Fin, the staff at the dogs' home called him 'the dog with human eyes', and if you meet him you'll understand why. He has such a personality, he's so funny, ditsy, and quirky. He's affectionate and the best company. He loves blankets and cuddles and he's a happy little nutter. His favourite place is at the beach chasing tennis balls and trying to chase pebbles or catch waves, but he's usually found snoozing under a duvet with one of his teddies.
For the past 4 years, he has been my rock, my comforter, and sometimes the only reason I've gotten up in the morning. But unfortunately there is no doggy NHS, so he isn't as fortunate as I have been when he's been given this awful diagnosis.
If you can spare any amount, please help. Fin and I are incredibly grateful for your support.