Medical help for Beans

I’m humiliated to be here asking for help, but I’m drowning in fear and heartbreak, clinging to hope for my 6-year-old soulmate, Indi (Beans). He’s not just my dog—he’s my son, my protector, my everything. I’m shattered, and I’m pleading for your kindness to help me save him.

Yesterday, I came home from a work trip, my heart eager for Beans’ usual drama filled leaps and his wagging tail. But he was quiet, still, not himself. I brushed it off as possible heat exhaustion, though the apartment wasn’t that warm with the AC, and there was a breeze throughout the evening. I curled up with him, praying rest would bring back my vibrant boy. At 3:30am my world crumbled. Beans woke up panting frantically, drool pouring from his mouth. Panicked, I scooped him up and started the 3-hour drive to his vet in Sudbury, tears blurring my vision, hoping we’d make it by opening and that they would sneak him in without an appointment. But on the way, my worst nightmare began to unfold. Beans started to significantly decline. He became more lethargic, his lips and eyes ghostly pale white. I stopped to let him pee, and see if the fresh air would help. I noticed his urine was a terrifying dark brown, and he was too weak to hold himself up. I lifted his 98-pound body back into my truck, my hands shaking, my heart screaming. I couldn’t wait for the regular vet. I called an emergency clinic, and they met me in 30 minutes. After an ultrasound and bloodwork, the diagnosis crushed me: Immune-Mediated Hemolytic Anemia. His own body is attacking his red blood cells, stealing his strength, his life.

The $1,100 bill from that visit is just the beginning. Beans was put on steroids, but there’s no way of knowing if his body will respond to just the medications. It’s possible that come Monday he would need blood transfusions if his Hemoglobin doesn’t start to rise. The vet informed me this can only be done in. Toronto. I don’t have this kind of money. I can’t afford this alone, and when I say it hits at the worst possible time, this is an understatement. The weight of this is suffocating. I can’t lose my boy. I won’t survive losing him.

Beans is my rock, my guardian, my joy. He’s the best boy, fiercely protecting me and Jersy with a love so pure it’s my reason to keep going. He’s been by my side through every tear, and every triumph. The thought of a world without my Beans, is completely unbearable to me. If I don’t fight for him with everything, I’ll never forgive myself.

I know life is hard for everyone right now. I hate having to do this. Im humiliated and destroyed. I’m on my knees asking for your help. Any donation, no matter how small, could mean another day with my baby. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help me help him. We will be forever grateful for giving us a chance to keep loving each other.

Thank you for listening

Sarah xo