My name is Lisa and I have an amazing dog named Lucy.i know we all have amazing dogs. But Lucy is a pain in my ass. A beautiful wonderful pain in my ass that has changed my world and made it a better place. But a year ago my tiny monster, aka Lucifer when she’s naughty, was diagnosed at just 2 years old with a terrible autoimmune disease called Thrombocytopenia, or ITP. What this means is that at random her platelets drop and without them she begins to bleed out. Every bump becomes a dangerous bruise. Her intestines, bladder, eyes, gums, ears, all can begin to bleed, making it more and more difficult to stop and causing irreparable damage and possibly death. The other day I woke to my little Lucifer bent over with a puddle of blood exiting her rear end. Sorry- graphic, I know. Within hours she was covered in bruises, and I rushed her to the vet. Anyone with animals knows what it’s like when you have to treat an illness. The cost of such a thing can rack up numbers higher than humans. My tiny pain in the ass is no exception to that. Despite having some pet insurance which reimbursed a portion of what I pay up front, it has completely depleted my savings account, including the money I had set aside for this upcoming month’s rent. With more scheduled, medically necessary appointments on the way, the next being just 3 days from now (assuming things don’t take a turn for worse) I am admitting I need help. The goal listed on this go fund me would help ensure I recoup the rent money I needed to reappropriate to her medical expenses, as well as pay for future medical expenses. Any money in excess of the goal would help keep a roof over our heads, as she now requires round-the-clock care, which reduces my ability to work.

To some a pet is more than a responsibility, it is a child, a family member, a best friend. My Lucy is all of those things. I am 37, single, live alone with my own severe autoimmune diseases, and have had this beautiful companion for 3 years now during surgeries, complications, and health concerns of my own. She has saved me from mental health disasters, and given me a reason to wake up on mornings when I don’t know if I can. I rely on her and she relies on me. And while locked in isolation for almost two years due to Covid, and my lack of immune system unable to fight off illness and infection, she has been my rock. So I’m doing something I said I would never do- and I’m asking for help. I don’t take this lightly, as those I know will attest that I do NOT like taking money even from loved ones. I work for pay, and never expect handouts. I am the one who gives, not takes. Accepting help is a responsibility I have a difficult time with, and for me to ask for this is breaking my heart. But it would break much harder if I were to lose my tiny partner in crime.

Help if you can, know I will cry at every donation, and I will continue to do everything I can as the mom of this tiny pain in the ass.