With everything going on in the world and the loss we all experience daily, it is difficult for me to write this. It is my plea to do what I can to save Luna’s life. Wednesday was a normal day. Luna was her happy, loving, always hungry self. On Thursday, not the same story. She was very lethargic and didn’t want to eat or drink. Later that day, she started peeing thick brown blood. I rushed her to her vet who did a urine test, took X-rays and two blood samples. The only thing that came back off was her blood. We ended up in the emergency vet hospital. They took her back and said she had a 104 fever and was extremely dehydrated so they started her on an IV. We left at 2 am with no answers. The night shift vet said something different than her regular vet and I was confused and worried sick. We got a call Friday morning that her blood/platelet levels dropped and she was going to round with the other doctor. I went in and sat with her for hours. The doctor said she studied her blood and is positive it is an autoimmune disease called IMHA. She said it causes the body to attack itself and destroy the red blood cells, cause her to bleed and not want to eat or drink, hence the dehydration. Of course I asked a million questions because those of you who know me, know how much I take care of and love my dog. The doctor said that the causes are unknown and it can happen over night. They started her on treatment and unfortunately she collapsed this morning because her levels dropped so low. She required a blood transfusion. It is unclear what will happen next.

It is hard for me to be vulnerable but I am going to be. I’ve dealt with a lot since my dad died but never truly dealt with the emotional trauma and my feelings. I’m the strong one, so I was there for everyone else like I normally am and pushed my feelings aside. Kept working kept helping. The only one who saw my vulnerability was Luna.

When I got Luna she was barely 8 weeks old. The first moment she laid eyes on me, she imprinted on me. It was an unbelievable bond that formed in an instant. She is my child and I take care of her better than most humans take care of themselves or each other. She is my light and my best friend. She is always by my side and provides me so much comfort and love. She is not just a pet, she is my child and my family.

When my dad died. Little did I know she would become much more. She was the only reason I didn’t break apart. I put all my depression, anxiety, stress, worry, and tears into her and she carried them all. She shows me so much unconditional love that people are always in awe when they see our bond.

Now that she is sick, I am losing it. I am not strong. God placed her in my life for a reason and I lean on him to heal her but I am a complete wreck and making myself physically sick. I have not stopped crying since Thursday. Praying that she makes it out, even if she does she will require extensive outpatient medical help until they are confident it won’t come back.

Some of you may understand, some of you may not. That’s ok because I know the bond we have is one of those indescribable things. I need her emotionally and physically. All of the feelings I hid deep down to look strong when my dad died are all coming out because I did not expect this to happen to her. I also didn’t want to accept what happened to him because I had her. I need her love a while longer and need her to get better.

I have spent all of the money I have on her. Emergency vet bills are beyond expensive. I haven’t had the best financial situation since my dad passed but I’ve always done my best. If you feel it in your heart to contribute anything at all, I cannot express in words how forever grateful I will be. I appreciate anyone who took the time to read this and consider helping us. I always repay it forward. Those of you who know me, know that. Please pray for my little Luna to heal and come home.