Urgent Help for Dexter's Injury

update: a vets 2nd opinion confirmed he was shot with a pellet gun and the bullet was still in his arm. Had another second gone by they would have killed him.

Meet my baby Dexter. The kitty that nearly saved me from myself. I was at the laundry mat when I heard the loudest most screaching cry imaginable. I avoided the cries. Telling myself Racheal you do not need anymore animals. You have enough on your plate. Do not look. The cries never stopped. Finally I said to myself.. okay I will call him over and if he listens, I will help him. At the time I figured he would run away the closer I got. I was wrong. This baby came RUNNING to me. I took him home and had every intention of finding a nice home for him. After all, I had gone through nearly 5 pets desperately looking for the bond / connection I lost when my foxy passed away with no avail or luck. I was adamant this kitten would be no different. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Dexter stayed so close to me and curled himself into a ball under my neck every single day and night and the rest is history. At the time, I was starving for connection or a bond because I was so lonely on the inside. I didn’t realize how much I was hurting until Dexter. When Dexter would nearly melt into me.. I would start crying. I cried because I needed something to show me they loved me and for me to believe it because I truly felt so incredibly alone. I couldn’t believe how emotional it would make me when these moments happened but somehow it healed me back together again, piece by piece. I eventually stopped crying but the bond never faded. Dexter, has fought against all odds. When I found him, I quickly realized he was completely deaf. Not only was he deaf, but he also had FIP. An incurable disease that slowly deteriorates cats. Determined to save him, I found what they believe to be the cure to FIP, but the vials (yes vials - given a shot DAILY for 3 months straight) had not been FDA approved. I followed the instructions and bought the $60 tiny vials of medicine and became a vet over night administering injections like I was some kind of professional. We were both scared. But we did it. And he’s two years old today and FIP free. By the grace of God. Dexter is full of life, curiousity and adventure. He’s truly a cat. He’s a happy cat. now let me tell you why I am writing a go fund me. Dexter learned to jump out fence and he got out the other night. I searched high and low crying my eyes out till 3am searching for him. I sat for another hour by the screen door with his litter box out front in hopes he would return. He didn’t. I eventually went to sleep and I woke in the morning for work and the first thing I did was check the bushes out front and there he was! I was so relieved. Over joyed. Happy I didn’t have to go to work worried sick about where he was. There was only one problem. He was limping. I figured he had just stubbed his foot as I didn’t see any obvious signs of injury. I ran out the door for work and came home to him much much worse. My once lively cat was hiding under the bed, breathing hard, disoriented and eyes squinting and I know pain when I see it. So I rushed him to the VET ER at 2am. We were there all night. The news I got was. Not good. He elbow is fractured. Not only fractured but severed. This will be a very expensive repair. Expensive and me do not go hand in hand as I’m currently going through a divorce and struggling immensely ever since going from a 2 income household to 1 income. But surviving and saving myself from a narcissistic relationship that literally mentally tortured me for years - it was priceless. This is why I need your help. Dexter is only 2. He’s deaf. And he’s my entire world. I am being quoted 7-10k range because his injury is suspected of being caused by a high impact injury such as being shot by a BB gun. Who would hurt my baby in this way is not human at all. Seeing him limp, is killing me slowly. I miss his personality. I miss his annoying howls for attention. I miss him getting on his two hind legs to reach up with his paw to touch my face to get my attention. I miss everything about him. I miss how he doesn’t jump on my bed to play with the covers as I’m making the bed. Now he just hides under my bed in pain. My Dexter is in there but he’s not himself. He reallt really needs the help. And it wouldn’t just be saving him it would be saving me to. I need all the help I can get. This little soul is beautiful and he’s worth it. Please help us if you can. Thank you