Elizabeth Stanley

Hello. My name is Elizabeth and this handsome boy is Rex (name was chosen at birth by the ex-owners at birth and I just kept it because...well he has trex arms ). Rex was born with no front arms, but he does have little nubs that hang (If you watch the video you can see at least one, maybe two of them, when his little sister knocks him over). During his birth, Rex was one out of four pups, one sadly didn't make it, the other one mysteriously disappeared while being held / babysat and one bedroom while the owners left on a short trip and when they came back they could not find it whatsoever so we all came to the conclusion that maybe the mom or the dad did something horrific. Growing up he had to remaining siblings, but shortly one was adopted way too early, if I may add, but he got to spend about 4 to 5 weeks with his sister (the black pup in the video). Unfortunately, One day one of the owners friends is taking care of the dogs while they were out in town and didn't know that the dad dog wasn't allowed around his pups because he didn't get along with them at all, so one morning the friend let the dad and the black pup out to use the bathroom in about 5 minutes later we heard the cup whimpering and when we open the door it was laying practically lifeless in the doorstep. Upon looking at the camera footage it looks like she tried to play with her dad and he attacked her really bad. She didn't make it. That being said, Rex has quite a traumatizing life at such a young age. From a pup up until today, and considering the fact that he was born that way, his mobility consist of pouncing around on the floor. Recently, he started standing on his hind legs and walking around like that for about 30 seconds and he falls right down. I want to get him an adjustable wheelchair for him. Although his nubs don't bother him at all...a vet recommended that I try and get them removed (can catch onto things and could be more prone to accidents). I was given an estimation of $700-$1400 per "leg", but since they're extremely small...the vet said she's only going to charge me the $700 per leg (2). Rex is absolutely full of enegery! I feel so bad because I know it's normal to him, but I'd love to see him running through grass, chasing bugs, playing with other dogs, take him to a park, and other things. I love him unconditionally. If you've read this far, thank you so much! I'm sure Rex appreciates it also Have a blessed day everybody. *( If donations isn't an option you want to do, which is completely fine, shares and prayers are more than enough. )*

Hi, my name is Elizabeth. I moved from Alaska to Oregon in 2018 to start over, get clean from opioids, and rebuild my life. I’m proud to say I'm now clean and sober for 7 years. When I first arrived, I lived in a rundown 5th wheel, worked two jobs and did everything i could to save money, but the costs for parking, utilities, rideshares and basic necessities made it tough. Then the pandemic hit, and just like many others, I lost both jobs and my home. I kept pushing forward and found a low wage job and a room to rent. I saved what I could, only to learn a year later that the woman I was paying rent to every month was a squatter. The house sold at an auction and I was forced out. I almost gave up on life. With my last $15 I bought a Bible, notebook, a bookmark and a pen — anything to give me the strength to keep going. I held my job, by some miracle, and a few years later I bought a used car for 7k. That car changed everything! It gave me steady work, a place to live, explore Oregon, hope, freedom and finally begin building the life I had worked so hard for. Life was finally looking up. Then, everything changed. A 16-year-old, driving without permission, hit my car while my friend was driving it home from dropping me off at a dentist appointment. My car that I worked so hard for was totaled. I worked across town, and without transportation, I quickly fell behind and lost both jobs, then lost my apartment and my storage unit. Shortly after I lived in a tent, moving every 7 days from park to park. Carrying everything I owned by hand — one load at a time by myself. Today, I’m working again and taking online college courses through UAF, only accepting aid for course materials and paying off previous loans. My job barely covers motel stays, and even then, I'm allowed to stay 14 days and have to be out for 3 — which means I sleep wherever I can. It’s exhausting...physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I've never been one to ever ask for help, but I genuinely need it now. I'm trying to raise funds to for a reliable vehicle—something that will help me keep my job, stay consistent, and have a safe place to sleep when I have nowhere else to go. A car would bring back the stability I fought so hard to achieve and a real chance to save towards a home again. If you've read this far, thank you. Even a share helps more than you know. And if donating isn't possible, a prayer is all I ask for. I lost my faith once, but found my way back to HIM during this journey, especially during my recovery. I trust HIS plan now — no matter how hard it gets. Thank you and God bless. I hope your day is as beautiful as your heart ❤️