Help save Eevee's life

My name is Nicole, but who I am isn't important. Who is important is Eevee. This is my Soul Dog, a constant companion for almost 13 years. My heart beats with this dog.

On 5/5/2023, I had Eevee and our two other dogs in our back yard. I was on the porch, watching them scamper and sniff and do their business. They heard a sound from the neighbor's yard, and all three took off for the fence. Innocent enough, but it began what is my worst nightmare.

Eevee got under the feet of one of the larger dogs. Bumble didn't mean to, but she's a 75lb puppy. Literally, she's barely over a year old! In their rush to reach the fence and commence furious sniffing and various levels of harrumphing, Eevee was stepped on.

I knew immediately this was different than times in the past. Her yelping was different. The way her right back foot hung was different.

I scooped her up, got them inside, and called my partner, who was not at home at the time. I told him, "You have to come home. Now. Eevee's leg is broken."

We rushed her to the nearest emergency vet, an hour and some change away. When they came in to triage her, they immediately took her back for pain medication. I soon received a text from the vet, asking for permission to perform X-Rays. Of course, I said.

When the vet came in and said it was, surprising even to her, a dislocation and not a break, I felt a moment of relief.

It was short lived. My world was about to be rocked.

The vet explained that, without surgery, this is not a wound that can heal. Her estimate? Four to five thousand dollars. She explained that, for many people in this situation, with an older dog like Eevee, euthanasia is often performed in lieu of surgery.

I started crying, shaking my head. No. Not possible. Not Eevee.

Because the thing is, Eevee is not the picture of a senior dog. Eevee runs. Eevee plays. Eevee attacks life with a grumpy vibrancy that leaves people in awe when I tell them her age. This is not a dog at the end of her life. This is a dog full of spunk and grumbles.

I do not know how to afford this surgery. We are barely surviving, as are so many others. But I have to do something. I am already planning to go home, inventory my meager collectibles remaining to me, and try to raise money however possible.

I wouldn't ask if I had a choice. If anyone could spare even a little toward saving my baby bear, I would be eternally thankful and in your debt.

I have put up a goal of 5k. This doesn't include the 1k we have already spent in her being at the emergency vet.

I just want my dog to live. I'm not ready to say goodbye.