My Dog Needs A Vet & I need help
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On October 11, I had summoned up the courage to start a GoFundMe for myself and dogs but by the next morning, my courage had abandoned me and I just couldn't bring myself to ask people for money and I cancelled it, probably before anyone had even seen it.
This morning I got up and there was blood at the foot of my bed on the blanket so I frantically started checking dogs to see who was bleeding. My second oldest dog, Moppet, 13, has a tooth that has obviously become infected. We all know how much that can hurt and she sure let me know when my fingers accidently touched the tooth.
I have been dreading any doggie medical emergency because I can't even afford a visit to the vet right now, let alone pay for expensive surgery, but I won't let pride get in the way this time. My dog is in pain, she needs help now.
This is the original story:
This is my family. They're the reason I get up every morning and they're part of the reason I'm still here. I have wonderful human friends, but my dogs never leave my side, or my lap or my chest or my belly or wherever they happen to park themselves. They sleep in my bed so I'm less frightened to be alone at night. It's almost impossible to be afraid when you're wedged in the middle of what I call a puppy sandwich. They start every day by making me giggle while they give me a morning bath and they make great little vacuum cleaners when I drop something edible on the floor. They're also more than happy to sound the alarm when a pine cone hits the roof but they have a very different bark when there really is a prowler on the property. Have fun trying to sneak up on someone with five dogs.
How did I come to have so many? Well, that's another story, they came into my life one by one and I love them all unconditionally. All but the Chihuahua have been with me since puppy-hood and she came to me as a rescue at just the right time. Three of them are seniors now, ages 14, 13 and 12 and two of them are eight. For that matter I guess I'm a senior too. The six of us live in a mobile home in a rural area with a fenced-in yard and I consider myself lucky to have found a place that allows pets.
Almost a year ago my life took a drastic turn. There was no warning, I didn't see it coming and it really took me down. For several months, every time I tried to get up, I got knocked flat again. I just had to keep reminding myself there is no one else to look after these dogs and I won't let them end up in a shelter, separated and scared. They're my responsibility and they gave me a reason not to give up.
Just recently I've begun to feel strong enough to start getting back on my feet. It took many months, a lot of moral support from some truly awesome human friends and daily reminders by my canine family that I was loved and needed. This came in the form of wet kisses, a furry chin resting on my knee, a ball dropped at my feet and warm little bodies snuggled against me at night. The humans remind me I'm loved and respected, my dogs remind me I'm never alone.
I'm not really able to work outside the home, but I have started an online soap business on Etsy. I am also selling some items on eBay and I have some of my artwork posted on DeviantArt. I look forward to being independent as soon as possible but for now, time is running out on keeping the bills paid and a roof over our heads and I need some help. As of today, it turned into; desperately need help.
The three senior dogs need checkups. (unfortunately for Moppet, that is now an emergency.) They all really need their teeth cleaned and everyone knows how expensive that can be but it's essential to their health. I go to a wonderful veterinarian clinic that has consistently given my dogs good care but they can't do it for free, obviously.
That doesn't even count the possibility of a medical emergency which I have no way of paying. One of them slipped going down the outside stairs the other night and I just held my breath, realizing if anything had happened I have absolutely no resources to cover it. She was fine but that was when I started to think it's time to swallow my pride.
I haven't even touched on my own needs: dental, they all have to come out and I will need dentures. I can't chew food comfortably, my jaw aches constantly and I have TMJ because there's so many teeth missing, my bite is misaligned. I can't eat fruit or drink juice because it causes pain for several days after, so I counter that by tossing a bit of frozen fruit into a smoothie now and then. It's difficult to speak properly anymore and the shape of my face has changed due to missing teeth. (but right now, Moppet is in real pain so my dental issues are moot at this point.)
The dogs come first. Why? I'm not a martyr, but they're my responsibility and they can't speak for themselves. They look after me in their own goofy, loveable canine way and I need temporary help looking after them and myself.
I was really uncomfortable asking; not only do I prefer to be self-sufficient but it seems wrong to ask for help with dogs and one middle-aged woman when there are so many other people in much, much worse circumstances right now. Mother Nature has flipped her lid and is wreaking havoc and lunatics are shooting innocent people from hotel balconies. Instead of asking for help I would much rather be giving help to others but my friend pointed out that I deserve help no more or less than anyone else, because that's what people do: We give when we can and hopefully when it's our turn, we won't be too proud to ask.
I can't let embarrassment and misplaced pride stop me this time.
This morning I got up and there was blood at the foot of my bed on the blanket so I frantically started checking dogs to see who was bleeding. My second oldest dog, Moppet, 13, has a tooth that has obviously become infected. We all know how much that can hurt and she sure let me know when my fingers accidently touched the tooth.
I have been dreading any doggie medical emergency because I can't even afford a visit to the vet right now, let alone pay for expensive surgery, but I won't let pride get in the way this time. My dog is in pain, she needs help now.
This is the original story:
This is my family. They're the reason I get up every morning and they're part of the reason I'm still here. I have wonderful human friends, but my dogs never leave my side, or my lap or my chest or my belly or wherever they happen to park themselves. They sleep in my bed so I'm less frightened to be alone at night. It's almost impossible to be afraid when you're wedged in the middle of what I call a puppy sandwich. They start every day by making me giggle while they give me a morning bath and they make great little vacuum cleaners when I drop something edible on the floor. They're also more than happy to sound the alarm when a pine cone hits the roof but they have a very different bark when there really is a prowler on the property. Have fun trying to sneak up on someone with five dogs.
How did I come to have so many? Well, that's another story, they came into my life one by one and I love them all unconditionally. All but the Chihuahua have been with me since puppy-hood and she came to me as a rescue at just the right time. Three of them are seniors now, ages 14, 13 and 12 and two of them are eight. For that matter I guess I'm a senior too. The six of us live in a mobile home in a rural area with a fenced-in yard and I consider myself lucky to have found a place that allows pets.
Almost a year ago my life took a drastic turn. There was no warning, I didn't see it coming and it really took me down. For several months, every time I tried to get up, I got knocked flat again. I just had to keep reminding myself there is no one else to look after these dogs and I won't let them end up in a shelter, separated and scared. They're my responsibility and they gave me a reason not to give up.
Just recently I've begun to feel strong enough to start getting back on my feet. It took many months, a lot of moral support from some truly awesome human friends and daily reminders by my canine family that I was loved and needed. This came in the form of wet kisses, a furry chin resting on my knee, a ball dropped at my feet and warm little bodies snuggled against me at night. The humans remind me I'm loved and respected, my dogs remind me I'm never alone.
I'm not really able to work outside the home, but I have started an online soap business on Etsy. I am also selling some items on eBay and I have some of my artwork posted on DeviantArt. I look forward to being independent as soon as possible but for now, time is running out on keeping the bills paid and a roof over our heads and I need some help. As of today, it turned into; desperately need help.
The three senior dogs need checkups. (unfortunately for Moppet, that is now an emergency.) They all really need their teeth cleaned and everyone knows how expensive that can be but it's essential to their health. I go to a wonderful veterinarian clinic that has consistently given my dogs good care but they can't do it for free, obviously.
That doesn't even count the possibility of a medical emergency which I have no way of paying. One of them slipped going down the outside stairs the other night and I just held my breath, realizing if anything had happened I have absolutely no resources to cover it. She was fine but that was when I started to think it's time to swallow my pride.
I haven't even touched on my own needs: dental, they all have to come out and I will need dentures. I can't chew food comfortably, my jaw aches constantly and I have TMJ because there's so many teeth missing, my bite is misaligned. I can't eat fruit or drink juice because it causes pain for several days after, so I counter that by tossing a bit of frozen fruit into a smoothie now and then. It's difficult to speak properly anymore and the shape of my face has changed due to missing teeth. (but right now, Moppet is in real pain so my dental issues are moot at this point.)
The dogs come first. Why? I'm not a martyr, but they're my responsibility and they can't speak for themselves. They look after me in their own goofy, loveable canine way and I need temporary help looking after them and myself.
I was really uncomfortable asking; not only do I prefer to be self-sufficient but it seems wrong to ask for help with dogs and one middle-aged woman when there are so many other people in much, much worse circumstances right now. Mother Nature has flipped her lid and is wreaking havoc and lunatics are shooting innocent people from hotel balconies. Instead of asking for help I would much rather be giving help to others but my friend pointed out that I deserve help no more or less than anyone else, because that's what people do: We give when we can and hopefully when it's our turn, we won't be too proud to ask.
I can't let embarrassment and misplaced pride stop me this time.
Organiser
Obi Beecee
Organiser
Campbell River, BC
