In care of: Walkin' the Bark Rescue, a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization
I'm not sure what the big deal about this thing called "money" is (I gave it a few licks and didn't find it tasty at all), but apparently humans find it delicious because I keep hearing talk about how they need to come up with more of it. If you are able to spare any of yours, even a crumb of it, I know my foster mum and the rescue will be ever so grateful. It will help them to give me the best possible care and also to continue to care for future dogs in need. It's tax-deductible too!
My foster mum and Walkin' the Bark Rescue are doing everything they can to get me in tip-top shape so when I'm adopted, it'll be mostly smooth sailing for my Forever Family. It's been a long journey since I was found as a stray and it's not quite over yet. They've made an effort to get me the best possible medical care. I've seen lots of vets and specialists from all over, chiropractors, a physical therapist. I had a brand new cart built for me and we drove to see an Eddie's Wheels expert 2.5 hours away (each way mind you) to get it adjusted properly--twice. My foster mum says I'm worth every second and every penny, but I know it's been a financial strain.
A number of the vets who have seen me think that surgery to remove my hind legs would improve my mobility and reduce the stress on my body. My foster mum promised not to pee in her pants if the estimate was less than $5,000.
The good news is that she didn't pee in her pants (I'm the only one allowed to do that!). My surgery ended up costing about $3,100.
The bad news is that it's still a lot of money.
I know I'm lucky to be alive today. Not just because I survived my life as a disabled puppy on the streets, but because so many people cared enough to help me. There have been some people who I've heard say things when they think I can't hear, things like "put him down" and "too much trouble." The words don't bother me too much because I know they don't know me and how much life I have inside of me. Just because part of my body doesn't work like most dogs doesn't mean I can't have fun!
My foster mum says Special Dogs deserve a chance too. She remembers her first 2 dogs ever, Jasper & Samson. Samson was mostly healthy, but Jasper had epilepsy, hypothyroidism, degenerative myelopathy, and eventually lymphoma. She loved both of them dearly but there was an especially special place in her heart for Jasper because he needed her more.
Since then, she's helped a lot of dogs find their Forever Homes, many of them with extra needs:
Isis (aka Iris), so shy and scared, she ran away from her home and was missing for over a month.
Laura, who was born with a twisted ankle that required a $4,000 surgery.
Marlee, a dog with epilepsy.
Bandit, surrendered to the shelter with a broken leg, which cost almost $5,000 to repair
There have been lots more dogs. Some people might have thought they weren't worth it either, but my foster mum and their Forever Families know better. I'll have a Forever Family of my own one day who will feel the same about me.