Sage's Leg Surgery
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If you know me, you know that I have a big problem when it comes to asking for help. But I really need it right now or my kitten could have her leg amputated. On the 8th Sage fell off the bed and broke one of her back legs. Radial fracture on her left tibia. If I can’t find the $4,000 it takes for surgery, she could be in pain the rest of her life or even have to get the leg amputated. She’s only 7 months old and already my baby knows how much life can hurt. I really want to be able to get her the help she needs so she can live a long and happy life but I can’t do this on my own. This surgery would turn 12 weeks in a 4’x4’ habitat into only 3 weeks. I don’t want my baby's first Christmas to be in a cast where she can’t join her family or investigate the Christmas tree.
It’s so weird to not see her zooming down the hallway, or taking a bath in the middle of where I’m trying to walk because apparently that's how she does things. Even when the cast comes off she might not be able to jump up to the top of her tower to get treats before I leave the house. Or play fetch in the living room. If they have to amputate her leg Sage won’t even be able to get up to my bed so we can cuddle until we pass out. I can’t hold my baby for long before she starts to hurt and growls to be put down. Or she gets antsy to get down and play like she used to.
Sage is my best friend. She follows me around the house and sits on my feet. When I’m at my desk gaming she’ll meow until I pick her up and she can sleep in my lap. Or she curls up on a pillow just for her under the corner of my desk. And when I check on her down there she always seems to be fast asleep in the funniest poses. She does it on my chair when I’m not in it too. Head hanging off, legs in the air. My wonky baby.
I need to be ready to pay by the end of the week, otherwise it will be too late to help Sage. I never ask for much, and the thought of not being able to get Sage the surgery she needs is honestly ripping me apart. I’ve cried every day since she got hurt because I’m so damn scared I won’t be able to help her. I’m begging for help for my baby. I can’t imagine life without her.
It’s so weird to not see her zooming down the hallway, or taking a bath in the middle of where I’m trying to walk because apparently that's how she does things. Even when the cast comes off she might not be able to jump up to the top of her tower to get treats before I leave the house. Or play fetch in the living room. If they have to amputate her leg Sage won’t even be able to get up to my bed so we can cuddle until we pass out. I can’t hold my baby for long before she starts to hurt and growls to be put down. Or she gets antsy to get down and play like she used to.
Sage is my best friend. She follows me around the house and sits on my feet. When I’m at my desk gaming she’ll meow until I pick her up and she can sleep in my lap. Or she curls up on a pillow just for her under the corner of my desk. And when I check on her down there she always seems to be fast asleep in the funniest poses. She does it on my chair when I’m not in it too. Head hanging off, legs in the air. My wonky baby.
I need to be ready to pay by the end of the week, otherwise it will be too late to help Sage. I never ask for much, and the thought of not being able to get Sage the surgery she needs is honestly ripping me apart. I’ve cried every day since she got hurt because I’m so damn scared I won’t be able to help her. I’m begging for help for my baby. I can’t imagine life without her.
Organizer
Claire Campbell
Organizer
Lake Stevens, WA
