Please Help Me Fund Fonzie’s Surgery
On few nights ago, my little 16-year old happy Pomeranian accidentally slipped off the couch where he was sitting, as he always does, next to me. He completely dislocated his hip, leaving him lame, in excruciating pain, and unable to eat or drink. He needed emergency surgery which he had only a few hours ago. The costs, which come at unfortunately a very, very hard time for me, are more than out of reach. I know that I recently did a GoFundMe for my brother in the Philippines who passed away from COVID, but I am again calling on my friends and family for the collective assistance I need to help both me and my beloved, loyal companion to recover from what was simply a bad and unfortunate accident.
A Little Bit of Background
Long before I had my three, two-legged babies, I became the mom of very, very special four-legged one. Strangers who meet him often chuckle at his name, which he has had since he was a teeny pup battling illness in a pet shop in NYC. I don’t blame Fonzie’s first mom, Kelly, for not being able to resist his stunning good looks (most appropriate as the namesake of the famous chick-magnet!). Fonzie could have easily stolen first place and the heart of any judge at the Westminster dog show. I’m glad and lucky that Kelly was smitten like myself.
But Fonzie, as I learned over the years in the most beautiful of ways, was more than just gorgeous face! Lately I’ve joked with family that poor Fonzie might have already wanted to pass into doggie heaven, but alas he knew and sensed that I was going through what were the hardest years of my life. As my ever-faithful little pal, I think he knew that if he left my side, I might have truly truly felt like the world had crumbled. He was probably right. He has remained my steadfast love who, day in and day out, reminded me that some things are for keeps. The things of the heart. He never wavered and never left my side. Always a wagging tail, even after he could no longer see or hear me. (And sometimes he’d make it a point to remind me of his presence, when I was too distracted by the twins, by leaving me little smelly gifts all over the carpet so I knew that the twins crap was not the only crap that I needed to tend to lol!) Somehow I miss those little turds right now, and keep mistaking legos for them.
Fonzie is deaf and blind now, and some may say, oh, it’s not worth it. But although he can’t see or hear, I assure you that we humans have no clue what an animal senses are capable of. His sense of smell and touch are as keen as a coyote’s, and he navigates around our home with the accuracy of a shark in water. It’s amazing. And cognitively, Fonzie operates just like me. He’s got his daily routine down, and if you mess with it, he’s pissed but continues on. He’s an early riser and an early sleeper. Like his mama, he loves treats, his bed, good familiar company, and La Marca Prosecco (…jk, seeing if you’re paying attention! ). So, when I had to make the decision yesterday on what to do, what Fonzie needed, what he wanted…what I could afford, in the end, it was a very easy one because I knew I would do whatever I needed to, to save this little creature who had given so much to me. And as much as money is a huge object, a seemingly insurmountable obstacle, it wasn’t and never should be in matters of the heart. I booked the surgery.
Never Alone
If you know me know me, you know I would never turn a blind eye to someone or something suffering, especially the helpless, lost, or weak. Whether it’s a baby sparrow not yet a fledgling fallen from a nest, a wounded squirrel, an abandoned dog, or my own little old faithful doggie…I’ll flip my day on its head to do what I need to to lend compassion, a heart so the other knows there is one beating along side its own…and that they are never alone. Usually I don’t need help doing that, but this time, I really do. If you have the means at all to contribute to my cause, no amount is too small. And if now is not an good time for you either, I understand and send love and light your way as well. Thank you.
