English version below - just scroll down *woof*

Bill from yesterday 21th August / Rechnung von gestern 21.8. :

Bill from yesterday 26th june / Rechnung von gestern 26.6. :

Ich bin Saban, ein 11 Jähriger, aufgestellter Husky-Mix

Ich hatte einen schweren Start in meinem Leben, ich wurde als Strassenhund in Spanien aufgelesen und verweilte 6 1/2 Jahre dort im Tierheim, und ich täglich zusehen musste wie alle meine Freunde adoptiert wurden nur ich nicht.

Verstanden hat das niemand der mich bisher kennengelernt hat, ich komme gut mit allen Menschen und Hunden zurecht, folge aufs Wort und mache auch sonst keinen Unsinn.

Dann im Dezember 2020 besuchte mich mein jetziger Adoptiv-Papa, wir sind zusammen Spazieren gewesen und haben uns mal ausgiebig beschnuppert, wir fanden uns beide Klasse und so durfte ich dann kurz vor Weihnachten 2020 bei Ihm einziehen.

Er macht wirklich alles für mich, aber leider gibt es Dinge die ausserhalb des Möglichen liegen, wenn man in der Menschenwelt nicht tausende von deren "Leckerchen" verdient, er geht jeden Tag Fahrräder reparieren, so das es mir an Nix fehlt, hatte auch gepart für Notfälle wie ich dann einer wurde... aber Das ist nun alles aufgebraucht.

Ende Dezember letzten Jahres gings mir dann auf einmal nicht mehr so gut, ich wurde immer langsamer, machte viel Pause beim Gassi und brach häufig zusammen, hatte Heisshunger auf alles was ich bekommen konnte, sogar Sachen die ich normal nicht mag....

Also sind wir zum Arzt aber der hat nix gefunden trotz grossen Blutbildes, somit wurde ich dann in die Uni-Tierklinik überwiesen für ein CT und erweitertes Blutbild... zu dem Zeitpunkt, konnte ich nicht einmal mehr selber stehen oder gar gehen.

Dort kam die Nachricht wo Papa dann selber zusammengebrochen ist und auf einmal nasse Augen bekommen hat, und unsere Freunde wo uns begleitet haben auch...

Diagnose "Insulinom" an der Bauchspeicheldrüse, eine Tumorart die unentwegt Insulin produziert und somit kein Zucker mehr zu den Muskeln oder Nervenzellen kommt und diese somit geschädigt werden können...

Sie sagten zu Papa, meine Chancen das zu überstehen -in meinem Zustand- sei unter 5%, Papa überlegte nicht lange und sagte, sie sollen alles machen was zu machen ist.

Nach 3h OP kam dann zumindest schonmal die gute Nachricht für Papa das ich das überstanden habe. Jetzt musste ich dann noch 1 ganze Woche auf der Intensivstation bleiben wo Papa mich jeden Tag nach der Arbeit besucht hat.

Als ich endlich wieder Nachhause durfte, hat Papa dank seiner Freunde die zusammen gelegt haben die Rechnung begleichen können - 13.000 Menschen-Leckerchen haben sie dafür gesammelt.

Die Ärztin sagte dann, das ich jeden Monat Medikamente(Palladia) brauchen werde bis zum Rest meines Lebens und auch jeden Monat ein grosses Blutbild machen müssen, da die Medizin sehr stark ist und es schnell umschlagen kann. Das kostet +/- 1.000 Menschen "Leckerchen" jeden Monat hat die Äztin zu Papa gesagt, dafür habe ich dann anstelle 3-4 Monate, 2 Jahre und mehr wo ich die Sonne geniessen kann.

In der Zeit bis jetzt hat Papa viel gedult gehabt und ganz viele Übungen mit mir gemacht und mit einer Gehhilfe mich immer halb getragen um wieder laufen zu lernen... das Kann ich nun seit 3 Monaten wieder alles ganz alleine.

Nun sind Papas "Leckerchen" und die unserer Freunde aber aufgebraucht und Ich frage darum -wie ich das für Leckerchen gerne mache- EUCH ob Ihr Papa und mir mit Menschen "Leckerchen" helfen könnt, damit Ich auch noch den nächsten Sommer erleben kann.

Woof Danke euch allen

Saban

English:

I am Saban, an 11 year old, upbeat husky cross-breed.

I had a rough start in my life, I was picked up as a stray dog in Spain and stayed 6 1/2 years there in a shelter, and I had to watch every day that all my friends were adopted but noone took me.

Nobody has understood that has met me so far, I get along well with all people and dogs, follow on the word and make also otherwise no nonsense.

Then in December 2020 visited me my current dad, we have been together for walkies and have sniffed us times extensively, we found us both well and so I was then allowed to move in shortly before Christmas 2020 with him.

He really does everything for me, but unfortunately there are things that are outside the realm of possibility, if you do not earn thousands of their "treats" in the human world, he goes every day to repair bikes, so that I not miss anything, had also saved for emergencies as I then became one ... but that is now all used up.

At the end of December last year I was then suddenly not so good, I was getting slower and slower, made a lot of breaks when walking and collapsed frequently, had ravenous appetite for everything I could get, even things that I normally do not like....

So we went to the vet but she didn't find anything in spite of a large bloodworks, so I was then referred to the university veterinary hospital for a CT and extended bloodworks.... At that time, I could not even stand or walk by myself anymore.

There came the news where dad then collapsed himself and suddenly got wet eyes, and our friends who have accompanied us also...

Diagnosis "insulinoma" on the pancreas, a type of tumor that constantly produces insulin and thus no more sugar comes to the muscles or nerve cells and these can be damaged....

They said to dad, my chances to survive this -in my condition- is less then 5%, dad did not think long and said, they should do everything what can be done.

After 3 hours of surgery I got at least the good news for my dad that I survived. Now I had to stay 1 whole week in the intensive care unit where dad visited me every day after work.

When I was finally allowed to go home again, Dad was able to settle the bill thanks to his friends who had put together - they collected 13k of their human "treats" for it.

The doctor then said that I will need medicine (Palladia) every month for the rest of my life and also a big bloodworks every month, because the medicine is very strong and it can change quickly. This costs +/- 1k of human "treats" every month, the doctor said to Dad, but then instead of 3-4 months, I have 2 years and more where I can enjoy the sun.

In the time until now, Dad has had a lot of patience and done many exercises with me and with a walker me always half carried to learn to walk again ... I can now for 3 months again all alone.

Now Dad's "treats" and those of our friends used up and I therefore ask - as I like to do for treats - YOU whether you can help Dad and me with people "treats" or just share my story, so that I can also still experience the next summer.

*Woof* thank you all

Saban

I am Saban, an 11 year old, upbeat husky cross-breed.

I had a rough start in my life, I was picked up as a stray dog in Spain and stayed 6 1/2 years there in a shelter, and I had to watch every day that all my friends were adopted but noone took me.

Nobody has understood that has met me so far, I get along well with all people and dogs, follow on the word and make also otherwise no nonsense.

Then in December 2020 visited me my current dad, we have been together for walkies and have sniffed us times extensively, we found us both well and so I was then allowed to move in shortly before Christmas 2020 with him.

He really does everything for me, but unfortunately there are things that are outside the realm of possibility, if you do not earn thousands of their "treats" in the human world, he goes every day to repair bikes, so that I not miss anything, had also saved for emergencies as I then became one ... but that is now all used up.

At the end of December last year I was then suddenly not so good, I was getting slower and slower, made a lot of breaks when walking and collapsed frequently, had ravenous appetite for everything I could get, even things that I normally do not like....

So we went to the vet but she didn't find anything in spite of a large bloodworks, so I was then referred to the university veterinary hospital for a CT and extended bloodworks.... At that time, I could not even stand or walk by myself anymore.

There came the news where dad then collapsed himself and suddenly got wet eyes, and our friends who have accompanied us also...

Diagnosis "insulinoma" on the pancreas, a type of tumor that constantly produces insulin and thus no more sugar comes to the muscles or nerve cells and these can be damaged....

They said to dad, my chances to survive this -in my condition- is less then 5%, dad did not think long and said, they should do everything what can be done.

After 3 hours of surgery I got at least the good news for my dad that I survived. Now I had to stay 1 whole week in the intensive care unit where dad visited me every day after work.

When I was finally allowed to go home again, Dad was able to settle the bill thanks to his friends who had put together - they collected 13k of their human "treats" for it.

The doctor then said that I will need medicine (Palladia) every month for the rest of my life and also a big bloodworks every month, because the medicine is very strong and it can change quickly. This costs +/- 1k of human "treats" every month, the doctor said to Dad, but then instead of 3-4 months, I have 2 years and more where I can enjoy the sun.

In the time until now, Dad has had a lot of patience and done many exercises with me and with a walker me always half carried to learn to walk again ... I can now for 3 months again all alone.

Now Dad's "treats" and those of our friends used up and I therefore ask - as I like to do for treats - YOU whether you can help Dad and me with people "treats" or just share my story, so that I can also still experience the next summer.

*Woof* thank you all

Saban