Im a student living and supporting my family and myself, I’ve lived here in Vancouver for over three years, this it’s the last 6 months I have here, just got a job opportunity yesterday so I can save money for returning home,. We don’t have a lot of money and I’m still struggling financially as I don’t have good income or credit, my parents and i can’t afford this surgery as we’re all getting by but we are all happy with what we have, we have each other. I beg this to help us get through this. He has always been my pillar and beacon of hope, I’ve always struggled with depression and he’s my hero, he’s always made me smile when I can’t get myself to. , yesterday I had the opportunity of another job, and it was from 7pm to 1:30 am. I got home and neil wasn’t in my room, my heart dropped as I looked and couldn’t find him anywhere in the house, I went outside I found he had jumped the fence in my balcony and slipped out falling to the backyard, when found him, 2:20am he was curled up and freezing, I’m scared if I would’ve take longer home I might’ve not found him alive, i can’t help to think that it was my fault, I’m trying all i can to get him back to his happy place, and yet i feel powerless and helpless, the doctor showed me the X-rays and no broken bones and no internal injuries or organs where harmed, it’s a miracle as the height it’s about 1.5 stories, I’m blessed to see him still as much as we’re suffering this day, he’s strong and me and my family will do all we can to let him walk again. I’m praying for help and peace, once as all ive done is my best at keeping him safe, i messed up and now im asking for help from you, i know there’s many more cases and things that may seem more important but he’s the most and best partner in my life, i dont want to say goodbye over something we can fix, but we just need the support im hoping to find it here. I believe and have high hopes for my best friend, please let this find its way to you and your helping hand. In way i pray is the key

I came to Canada about three years ago, for context I’ve always lived and been “alone” for the past 10 years, I’m 26*, I’ve never felt more lonely than when I started out here, I didn’t have any friends or family, but I still had hopes that I could make things work out for me, almost to the date, 2 years ago my mom brought Neil to me, as a surprise, as happy and excited as I was to have them and knowing he would stay with me, I knew trouble would come up, and after they left and I went back to the place I was renting, the people in the house weren’t all that friendly and took offense and made sure we didn’t have a good time, we got out as fast as possible even though I was forced to leave, the landlord passed us to another place who’s owner was brothers with the past landlord, they gave us a basement which was completely destroyed by the last people who lived there and I had to clean up after them, they gave me 200 dollars for the rent, even thought I spent more than 16 hours cleaning for us to be safe. Eventually we also found another place that would fit us better, except the house was shared with a friend of mine. As he was the only person I could “trust” to look out for him, I had no option of going elsewhere, this was also closer to my work and things worked out fine, until last month January, I was coming back from holiday and I had plans to move out of that house as it no longer was our home, starting this month, which made me find this place for which I am grateful to now have more space, it has a balcony and the corner of the glass railing is open so ‘Neil can look out, but I never would’ve imagined he would try and get outside as we are in the 2nd floor; the house has maybe 10 steps just to get onto the porch, either slipped or fell, landing on his right leg and dislocating it while’s I was not home, getting home at 1:50am and hadn’t found him everything went quiet and I called the police to report a missing dog as I looked everywhere except for the garage which is open and doesn’t have any heating or gates, I found him laying still and clearly wounded, freezing and fighting to stay alive, I very carefully pulled him into my chest and held him inside. After getting him inside, warning him up, and not knowing what was gonna happen cause of the hypothermia I could only share my body heat and energy with him, not knowing when we fell asleep, we woke up at 8am and I called my mom over the phone as she lives 2 hours ahead time zone difference, she was still sleeping, so I took him outside and he couldn’t stand on his own, he tried to find a place but could barely get 3 steps in and went there, we went back to bed as we fell asleep a bit more,again we woke up at 11 am and as I woke her up I could barely tell her the news, she was asleep but immediately she told me to use her credit card if it comes to it, he’s family so I just wanted her to know first, we were at the hospital for the whole day from 11:20 to 7pm

A letter to you.

After my first dog died, I was 11 at the time, and he had survived an assault violent act, I was visiting my dad and my mom had let him outside as he had never had any trouble, an awful person who would stomp on him leaving him wounded he managed to get home and my mom saw him bleeding from beneath, as he took him to the vet, they operated him for about 6/8 hours cause his whole stomach had been damaged and thanks to them he managed to stay with us for another full year. After passing away, I wasn’t sure if I could have a more special dog than “Fox”, my mom had asked me if I wanted another one, to which replied that I want gonna rush it, if he came he would come. one day after 2 years After 8th grade my mom said she knew of a dog that needed rescue to which he had been run over couple days back, I asked to see a picture and fell in love with “Neil, we drove 2 hours to get to him, as I first saw him we knew he would become my best friend, immediately we clicked and he started jumping all over. We usted to call him a mountain goat, as every time it was eating time he would jump so high and joyfully, to this day, I guess 2 days ago, he would jump every time he knew we were going for a walk or every time I come home, he’s always been the friendliest and kindest animal I’ve met, he’s full of love and affection for everything, he wonders about everything and has always stayed a kid even now that his 14 years old still lives to the fullest and protects me and cares. My sister was 2 at the time of adoption, and he has always loved her so much, he’s always looking out and goes wherever we go, he’s incredibly intelligent and supportive, he understands and is soft and gentle, he’s the best thing I’ve ever met and the best joy in my life, he’s my favorite part of every day, and has been my support throughout my worst days, weeks, months, decade. I beg for him to be well once more as I fill this letter, I’m crying and unsure of why might happen, but I’m sure, he’ll be happy.

Thanks for being compassionate and read a bit of my story; GOD BLESS YOU ALL and thanks again for your support!

PEACE