My name is Zack Foggo. A month ago, my family was put into a rough spot with the electrical at our home. Some old wires on the exterior of the house were allowing water to leak into the fuse box. I tried several electricians around where we live and only one answered; however, it would be a month before anything could get done, and it was expensive. So, to keep my family safe, my wife and I took our two-year-old and newborn daughters, along with our three cats, to stay at another family member's house, who was also helping to pay for the electrical.

We had the cats staying in one room because we were worried about the dogs that also lived at the house. This, unfortunately, as it turns out, was a warranted fear. Only three days left of our month-long wait, while I was away at work, Lillith, our 9-year-old calico, got out of the room and was attacked by the dogs. My wife, who was at home that day by herself watching our daughters, rushed across the house and found Lillith hiding under the rolling counter in the kitchen. She seemed shaken at the time but no evident harm, so she placed her back in the room and continued to tend to our daughters.

When I returned home and went to feed them, however, I found Lillith lying under the bed, not moving. I rushed her to the nearest 24/7 animal hospital, an hour and a half drive away. They triaged her and said she was stable but cold. The hospital was busy, and I waited for what felt like hours. The emergency doctor did X-rays, and nothing looked broken, which was good, but she couldn't use her back legs. He seemed hopeful that it could be swelling around her spine, and a hospital stay with fluids, pain meds, and an anti-inflammatory would hopefully see improvement.

He said it was one of those things where if we don't hear from them, the better. So, I went on the long drive home and waited with my phone in my hand even as I fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning and still hadn't gotten a call. I was feeling hopeful that she was going to be OK and waited a couple more hours before calling the hospital myself. They were busy and had to call me back. When they called me back, however, the news was not good. The doctor said that Lillith still couldn't use her rear legs and that she had no deep pain response at all in her right rear. My heart sank as I asked what to do. The doctor suggested sending her to a neurology center downstate for an MRI. I felt a sickness in my stomach because I knew that would be expensive. The doctor wasn't sure of the cost, so she said she would call them and get back to me, but she thought it might be around 3k. My wife and I frantically started trying to put together the funds, and we thought we might be able to pull it off if the neurology center had some sort of payment plan.

Then we got the call back from the doctor. She said that after speaking to the neurologist, it would be 4-5k for the MRI and that we should plan for surgery, which was an additional 4-5k. My wife and I desperately looked at trying to get loans, credit cards, and asking family for help, but it wouldn't be nearly enough. With that, I felt all the hope leave me and the sorrow fill its place. The second course of action is to give her steroids, pain meds, take her home, and wait to hopefully see some improvement.

This is where we are now, and I'm writing this after I've manually expressed her bladder twice and have laid beside her all night. Lillith is my princess. We have had her since she was only a few weeks old. She has been there for me through so much; she is my wife and mine's first little one. This is my last desperate attempt. Please help me get the funds to get her the MRI and the surgery she will most likely need.

Please help me save my princess Lillith.