Hello everyone, thank you for visiting Olive’s fundraiser page!
For those of you that don’t know, here is her story:
A few months back, a man came in to the veterinary clinic I work at with a black dog in his arms, begging for help for his roommates dog, who was suffering from heatstroke. She was chained in the front yard, and had gotten tangled up in her lead, unable to reach her water bowl. When letting the man know we would need a deposit for emergency, the man put her on the ground and ran out to the car to fetch his wallet. I ran around the front desk to find this dog breathing heavily, notable to walk let alone lift her head. I quickly put herhead in my lap and began trying to cool her down with a cold towel. From the minute this dog looked at me, I had a feeling I was supposed to be apart of her journey.
Her owners arrived hours later, and after getting approval for a minimal amount from their roommate, they decided they would not like to move forward with anymore treatment, as the cost was too expensive. At this point our staff offered to help find a rescue to pay for medical care if they were looking to surrender, but they turned it down. We didn’t know what would happen to her after that, whethershe would make it through the night or the next heatwave.
Fast forward a week or so, and in comes a man with a little black dog, saying he found her outside andwanted to see if she had a chip, and she did! The owners were contacted and picked her up. I never thought I would see this sweet, snorty dog ever again. 3 days later, she was brought in again, lost and found by a Good Samaritan. Again the owners were contacted and the little black dog was picked up. This happened two more times over the course of a couple weeks. I was so excited every time she came in. I would give her belly rubs and treats, kisses and cuddles. I would think about her everyday, even when I didn’t see her, I would wonder where she was and if she was okay.
A couple weeks pass and I hadn’t seen her. I then get a text from a friend, telling me she was in the shelter, and her stray hold was over, her owners never came for her. She had been there 6 days, they hadbeen contacted and never showed up. I immediately made arrangements to head to the shelter and get her out of there, and foster her through a local rescue until I found her a perfect home.
Upon my arrival, the shelter informed me that although she was no longer on a stray hold, she needed a behavior test before they could allow her to leave, a test that was not scheduled and would happen at an undisclosed day and time. So, I decided to go and sit with her everyday until she could leave. I went every morning at opening time, and sat with her on the outside of her kennel for 1-2 hours before heading in for my shift at work. On my 5th day visiting, I was allowed to sign a behavior waiver, stating I understood she had not been professionally evaluated by a behaviorist. Finally! I get to get this gentle soul out of a kennel and in to a warm bed, I was so exited I wanted to cry!
I pulled the little black dog with full intention of finding her the perfect home. I decided to call her Olive, as it seemed like a gentle name, and her black, round exterior made it all the more fitting. The rescue helped with getting her very infected ears taken care of, and added her to their “available to adopt list”. Over the time she spent in my home, this dog opened up into this goofy, silly, loving dog. She got along great with my other dogs, friendly with all my friends and family, she blended right in to my life.
After reading comments of people interesting in adopting her, I could feel my tummy become upset-could this be...jealousy? I quickly realized I wasn’t meant to help her find a home, I was meant to BE herhome. This making her a “foster fail”.
A few weeks ago, I learned Olive began to limp. After being evaluated by a veterinarian, it was clear she had a torn cranial cruciate ligament (CCL), and would need a tibial-plateau-leveling osteotomy (TPLO) surgery on her hind left leg. While on pain meds awaiting a specialist, Olive was favoring her right hind leg, and we soon found out she had torn that leg as well. These procedures are no simple task, and are therefore not cheap.
I am asking for support, whether it’s a donation, a share, or simply words on encouragement to help get Olive through the next few months. She has become so important to me, and I love her so very much.
Thank you to everyone in advance for thinking of us and reading our story. We are looking forward to her full recovery in a few months!
- Nai Saeteurn
- Isabelle Peschard
- Haley Connors
- Katie McGaha