Hi! Please take some time out of your day to read this!!

My name is Justice. I have my beautiful furbaby, Foxxy. I've had her for a few years now, April 14th, 2023-present, so it's about to be her third Christmas with us. When I first got Foxxy, I'll admit, I thought she would be annoying and a waste of time as all I wanted to do was play outside with my friends. But now, I can't imagine my life nor live without her. She's my baby. She sleeps in my bed every single night. On her first night of living with us, she refused to sleep in her bed and wanted to sleep next to me. From then, she was my pride and joy. On the first few days of living with her, she ran away. Not because she wasn't happy, but because she thinks of it as a game. I sobbed and sobbed and realized I've grown attached. Foxxy soon after developed separation anxiety whenever she couldn't see me. It breaks my heart every time she whines. Foxxy loves running and jumping, always getting the zoomies outside and jumping up on us when we came home after even 20 minutes.

Now, recently, she's been shaking. A lot. I assumed she either needed to go to the bathroom or was cold, so I helped her out with that. I assumed she was being dramatic. I got even upset with her one night because I was trying to sleep and she was shaking. That was two days ago. The day after, she couldn't jump high at all; she'd immediately go down. I assumed she was sore because she slipped after being outside in the snow. Yesterday, it was normal. Waking up with me, I let her out of my room while I go back to sleep and my brother takes her out. Till it wasn't normal. I led her to my bedroom, laid down as she was sitting near her bed on the floor, texting my friends when she immediately started yelping and screaming. I jumped up and assumed something was on her and opened my door, letting her run out, getting her slightly caught on the door by accident. She finally calmed down as everyone in my family rushed to her, and then she wasn't using her legs. It looked like they were broken. I immediately assumed I hurt her with the door, but she actually suffered a spinal injury.

We couldn't take her to the vet until the next day since she hurt herself at 10 pm and all the vets in our area were closed or full. We drove 2 hours there, waited 2 hours, and drove 2 hours back. At the emergency vet hospital, they told us that she can either be put down, pay 9k for surgery, or pay 7k for an MRI to figure out what's wrong, then pay the 9k for the surgery. We genuinely forgot and couldn't get insurance for her as we simply couldn't and still can barely afford it. I can't lose my baby. Anyone but her. I cried all day and night before taking her, and she couldn't drink nor eat. We had to pick the medication option, which was $700 but got a $500 discount/gift card as she was close to death. I can't lose her. I thought I'd at least reach adulthood before losing her. I'm just a freshman in high school.