Help With Beastie's Emergency Vet Bills ♥️

UPDATE, 8/1/24: Less than 24 hours after I made this fundraiser, Beast's liver shut down. He crossed the rainbow bridge yesterday morning, in my arms, feeling no pain. We are absolutely heartbroken.

I'm going to leave this fundraiser up for a little while, partly from grief, partly to help with all the debt we incurred throughout this whole nightmare. The updated goal amount reflects what we owe.

To those who have donated--thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'm so very grateful, and I'll be in touch soon. ❤️

ORIGINAL POST:

Beast (aka Beastie, Beastie Boy, Beastomatic, Beetie, Sweet Beet, Buffalo Beet, Beet Soup, Beet Salad, Beto Beto, Big Man, Biggest Man in Town, etc. etc..) became part of our family on September 9th, 2023. He was abandoned at the shelter a few weeks prior (the owner showed up at the door, dropped his leash, and took off into the night without completing intake) and got adopted out almost immediately, as huskies tend to be, then returned soon after, as they also tend to be. When I saw his picture reappear on the shelter's website, I knew without a doubt he was meant to be with us. We sped over, met in person, and our family was finally complete.

This month, Beastie got incredibly sick. After several days of lethargy, fatigue, zero appetite, vet visits, and unsuccessful treatment attempts, we went to the ER, where he's been since last Friday.

Since then, we've been in a back and forth of medical mystery--no one knows exactly what he has. Blood tests and ultrasounds point to an aggressive liver toxin, and with a continued positive response to treatment, we can hopefully rule out the death-sentence diagnoses--lymphoma, functional liver failure, anything with an extremely poor prognosis. The good news is, if it's a toxin like we hope, he'll eventually be able to recover and live a full, healthy life. As long as there's that chance, there's no real bad news, except not knowing when (or if) he'll get better.

Grief can make us delusional, sometimes selfish, but please know--I'm not out here trying to keep a 20-year-old dog with one foot in the grave alive at all costs. If it's cancer, so be it. The last thing I want to do is put him through doggy chemo, all for a life expectancy of ~6 months spent in pain and exhaustion. But there's a very good chance it's not cancer, and a very good chance he'll make a full recovery. He's not even 3 years old, and he's got so much life in him, even now. That's the light I'm running towards. That's why I'm asking for help.

If you know me, you know how hard this is for me to do. I have a pathologically hard time asking for help. And you know I would rather eat glass than ask for money. But I've never once judged anyone for needing help, or helped anyone with reservations, and people have always, always been there for me when I've been brave enough to reach out. So with that in mind, I'm putting aside fear, ego, whatever internal blockages I have that prevent me from being vulnerable, and asking with the most open heart:

If you can, in any way, please help my sweet boy.

I know you understand. If you have animals or loved ones or anyone you'd go into the underworld for without a second thought, I know you understand. You'd give anything. You'd do anything. More than you thought you were capable of.

If OnlyFans weren't so oversaturated and I had an ounce of marketable sex appeal, I'd be on there right now.

(Jk but not really.)

If you haven't, I hope you get the chance to meet Beastie someday soon. He's the sweetest, most loving creature. The purest of souls. A better person than some people. An angel with fur.

Literally anything helps--sharing this post, $1, a prayer. The number behind the dollar sign is climbing at such an unreal rate, I don't even know how to approach it. But I'm only one person, and there's only so much I can do alone. But if this reaches 1,000 people with $10 to bet on Beastie, suddenly, it's not so impossible.

Anything helps, and we're beyond grateful. ♥