Gargamel is sick

Gargamel needs help, again. We are faced with the knowledge that there is so much more life in her and so little money in our pockets. The vet is ready to save her, the oncologist is ready to save her, and the surgeon is ready to save her but due to the cruel and inhuman heart of the capitalist beast they want those dollars first and we are forced to once again turn to the kindness of the masses.

So you, yes you, incredible human with a heart of gold who knows the power over heart and mind that fluffy faces and wigglebottom friends provide, please help us save our little pup being ground down by the cogs of a free market economy. She is a fighter and a revolutionary in that tiny, ever so silky, soft body (if you ever met Gargamel you know full well her tolerance for fascists: ZERO).


She’s a great lady, a leader among pups, a power house of attitude and sassy tail struts. She takes no shit and unfortunately due to her current situation, takes no shits. She has an anal sac carcinoma which sounds Metal as f*ck but in life is a real pain in the ass. She has been on chemo since her last surgery and will be on it the rest of her life. We just want to ensure that rest of her life isn’t painful or cut short.

The world still needs more Gargamel magic. It needs more days of side eye and farts that clear a room. It needs more weeks of magic wand feet and the softest ears in the entire universe. Our world needs months and years more of this perfect little caring creature who wants to run through the woods and shit talk the neighbors dogs and lick her dad’s face for way too long. And this ball of magic really needs to be able to poop on her own.


We hate asking and you know this, but pride isn’t a thing we are capable of when it comes to saving our sainted beasts. Thank you. You are all socialist angels helping living creatures survive this cash driven machine.