Where does one even begin. Six years ago I became a proud foster failure. I moved to LA from Miami in a week's notice. When I got to LA I started to work at a dog hotel that also had a rescue associated with it. The dogs that didn't get fostered would stay at the dog hotel and the staff were able to foster them. Every other day I brought home a different dog but George just stuck. His stay with me went from being 1 week to 1 month to 4 months and now a (his) lifetime. When I couldn't afford to go home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Years and everyone was with their families, he was there for me. He became my family. Before being put into the adoption cycle, they found him in a backyard with 6ft of electrical cord around his neck. Then because of his age and size, he just circled from dog pound to dog pound before getting picked up by the Rescue. He has been through the hardest transitions of my life with me and I know for a fact that now is not his time to go. He even brought my boyfriend and I together, one destroyed door at a time. We've created the perfect family together.
On Tuesday, March 26th he went to the vet because he was not eating. We were hoping to just get a bottle of pills and be on our way but unfortunately that was not the case. The x-rays show that his spleen had grown to the size of a volleyball. Our only 2 options were to remove it which would be an expensive procedure but would have him back on his feet or to leave it there and it would only be a matter of time before it popped inside of him causing him a very painful death.
These funds will go towards the vet bill. They estimate that the final bill will be around $7,000 which will include the operation and the aftercare.
George has become more than a pet, he's become the glue in our little family and my personal guardian angel