I’m a 3-year-old French Bulldog — always cheerful, friendly and full of energy. I love good food, my favorite toys and going outside to count squirrels (and sometimes to scare a few cats, even though my Mom always tells me that’s not nice!) I’m a little stubborn, but that’s just who I am

One day at 13/11/2025 after a walk, something terrible happened. I suddenly felt sharp pain and collapsed on the floor. I cried, because it hurt so much and I could see how scared my mom was. Everyone rushed to help me and soon I was taken to a place that smelled like other dogs and cats.

There, a nice lady poked and prodded me, even put something in my bum (rude!) and took some of my red blood out with a needle. I didn’t understand what was happening — I just saw Mom and Dad crying. Then the lady said I have a problem with my spine and that I need an MRI and if needed a surgery, which cost around 7.500£ But Mom and Dad don’t have money for this!

I thought money was only needed for toys and yummy food , but now I understand it’s what I need to feel better and walk properly again.

I got some “special treats” Mom gives me (the ones she hides in sausage) don’t taste very good, but I pretend to like them so she’ll smile for a moment. When I sleep and try to move, I cry from pain. It hurts even to bend down to eat, I refused to eat by my own, so now Mom feeds me gently from her hand.

I always used to sleep by Mom’s bed, but now she sleeps next to me on the floor, softly scratching behind my ears to help me calm down. I can see how tired she is her eyes are swollen from crying. I wish I could give her one of my magic “dog candies,” but she says those won’t help her heart

Mom and Dad are so worried because they don’t have enough money for my MRI and possible surgery.

Mom says it was silly not to get insurance for me, and that she’ll never forgive herself for that mistake. She always tried to help other animals in need, donating when she could, but now it’s us who need help

So I’m writing this myself (with three paws, because the fourth one doesn’t really work right now) to ask for help — even a tiny piece of cake from kind people could help me get better

I’m still so young and I want to run, play, and enjoy life again — to live my doggy dreams!

Here I’ll also share some pictures of me “my special treats”, and what I need to get healthy again..

Sending everyone big, slobbery kisses and a warm “Vau!” (that’s “Woof!” in my language).

Thank you for helping me. ❤️

If you can’t help me with donation, please share my story, every “share” counts

— Archy