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I have a 2 year old Pekingese named Brooklyn that is just about the sweetest little guy in the whole world. I rescued him and his sister from an abusive/neglectful situation a year and a half ago. Until yesterday he was the picture of health. Out of the blue, yesterday morning, his rear legs stopped functioning. I took him immediately to his normal vet and they wanted $1400 to diagnose him. I'm currently out of work, and had only $200 to my name so they showed me the door. Today I took him to another vet in Los Angeles, who was very nice (North Figeuroa Animal Clinic) and directed me to immediately take him to an orthopedic specialist (Animal Specialty Group Inc) which I did. They were very helpful and nice, and they wanted to check him in immediately for spinal surgery, but the estimate was between $5000 and $9000, and I was denied Care Credit. They were nice enough to lower the visitation fee to just the $200 that I have, but little Brookie needs immediate attention. I'm literally going out of my mind trying to get him the help he needs. I've asked friends and relatives for donations or referrals to doctors that might want to help for cheap or in exchange for work or anything I can offer, all to no avail. It's killing me to watch him here in pain and unreal annoyance at not knowing what's happened to him. I don't know who to turn to. I beg you to please help me to help this beautiful little pup. He would love you for it.
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to start with, to make him more comfy, i would give him some Aspirin, the dose for dogs is 10mg/pound (that is what I find when i google it). if he is eating, give it with food. keep him as still as possible, confined, so he doesn't hurt himself. Since you don't mention any kind of injury I'm wondering if it is a spinal stroke or similar thing? You will find many people here who do things on a low budget! I"m glad at least one vet practice was willing to help you out.
is he eating/drinking?
is he peeing on his own? even if he is, it is a good idea to express his bladder to help keep him clean - if you look at the incontinence forum there is a link to explain how to do this. More people will be along to help you, I just wanted to chime in quickly.
Thank you so much Bendy, for the advice. The ortho center gave me steroids to give to him, and showed me how to express him. I don't know exactly what caused his condition. It was totally out of the blue, and all the money I had went to the three vet visits. None of them could say exactly what caused it, since they'd have to open him up to see where the deficiency lies, and I can't afford the surgery. Everyone of them indicated that this was common among small, long, dog breeds that have a tendency to jump on and off the couch, as Brookie did often. I think the straw, literally, broke the camel's back.
I've been giving him a bath every morning, and he seems really very comfortable, besides not being able to get around, and bathed with him this morning to try and give his legs a chance for weightless therapy. He doesn't even seem to notice that he ever had rear legs. I live in a small studio apartment. It's really small, so he doesn't move around much. Just sits up and turns around for water and food, and lies this way and that, wherever I put him. I have a hardwood floor and have been keeping a different towels under him, changing them out if he pees on them. One interesting way I've found of expressing him is to simply pick him up as I would carry him. It works with amazing reliability, to which my pants and shoes can attest.
He's eating and drinking quite naturally. I need to get him a little wheelchair, but I need some advice on where to find a good one.
Thanks so much for your reply.
oh wow. sounds like you have a really good handle on things.
picking him up to express him...heeheeheeheeheehee
ya, mom has been peed on many times.
glad that the vet did give you some meds and showed you how to do the basics. many animals adjust incredibly well. i'm wondering, if you can't get a wheelchair, if you coudl use (cant' remember what it is called) what often works for cats - a shirt that has a long part underneath for their hind legs/end to sit on so they can slide along without getting friction burns/sores. if he can pull himself along with his front legs he should be able to to use it, you might be able to make one yourself, find a baby shirt that fits and attach a piece of fabric to the underside that will go under his hind end. you could even put little velcro straps on it to fasten his feet in place to keep them on.
glad he is eating and drinking normally!
i have heard very mixed reviews on spinal surgery, have to let more experienced people comment on that.
time for this little kitty to go to bed!
Glad you found us and WELCOME!!!!!! to the forum
Oh, my heart goes out to you! This could be any one of us! I found a dog in my yard. He was shot and starved. I took him to the hospital and got on the horn. I had pledges from humanes & rescues and called the vet and said WE HAVE HELP! Then doc took some Xrays and crushing news. His pelvis had been smashed. There was no way he could survive. Well. St.JudeMiracleDog had other ideas. He dragged me on a journey I would not have missed for the world. The terror, the tears, the sobs, the passion to save this life too hold of my every breath. He raised his $$ with newspaper articles, televisoin news specials, you name it. Your little Brooklyn can do the same. He can tell his story in the newspaper and you will be amazed at the people who step forward to help a little dog. It will do untold dollars n good will to whatever hospital accepts him. Contact your local humanes and rescues and beg them for some financial assistance and resources. I didn't have to beg, every one I called cried with me and moved heaven & earth to save this little shot starved and crushed guy who wanted to LIVE! And live he did, for seven magnificent years!
Let me know if I can help you!
Karen, Andy's ^i^ mom
Lethal White Aussies Rule!
INTERACTIVE RESCUE SITE!
Thanks, Karen, for your inspiring words of wisdom.
I've cried to just about every agency/foundation/humane society/ vet/ ortho under the sun. They were all very sympathetic, and said "You need to get him help immediately!" Yet when I informed them, sobbing mind you, that I had only about $4.63 to my name, they all backed off and stopped offering help. I'm not even kidding. It was the most obvious change of a conversation I've ever been party to. The same in every case. The foundations had no funds available, the vet's weren't "allowed" to help without being paid, the humane society sent me to a foundation that sent me back to the humane society. All of them in love with little Brookie, all of them unwilling to help a boy, sobbing, with the cutest dog ever. It really broke my spirit, seeing the callousness of conscience that is now displayed in the medical field. The ortho care facility that I took him to (and managed to get $300 worth of examination and bloodtests for the only $255 I had left in the world) actually had the nerve to call me the next day (after I faxed them about 2 dozen documents to fill out in my search for funding his surgery) and one doctor told me I could rest assured that they would get the procedure done no matter what. He told me he would be looking for alternative sources of funding that were unavailable to the average person and that he would call me back the next day. Yesterday, a different doctor called me from the same ortho and said that I hadn't sent in one of the forms properly for one of the funding sources that I had found and that was the end of the line for finding funding. When asked why the other doctor had called me the day before to tell me that he was looking into alternatives, she simply said "that's not the case", and started selling me on the idea of a wheelchair. That was the Animal Specialist Group. Good doctors, living under the almighty dollar.
Anyway, I've come to grips in the last five days that Brookie isn't in a life threatening situation. He needs therapy, care, love, monitoring, and to be treated as normally as he can be. He's doing great for a dog that lost his back legs suddenly a week ago and his bodily functions and food/water intake is normal.
I'm very interested in this newspaper/tv ad idea you speak of. I'd love any advice or contacts that you used to get those going. I have a ChipIn account open for donations for Brookie's care, which so far has raised about $300. I've posted it in every animal forum, myspace, facebook, website that I can think of. The more it gets, the better quality of care he can get. Please feel free to tell your friends about it if they have money to spend and an interest in helping out one of the most beautiful and loving little pups that was ever created.
The donation page is here:
http://itsforbrooklyn.chipin.com/brookl ... ck-surgery
If he is on steroids, please do not give the aspirin, I don't think that information was in the thread yet when Bendy mentioned it. Now that it is in the thread, it is important to note you don't want to give an NSAID with steroids as it can result in intestinal bleeding. They recommend giving a stomach protectant like Pepcid a/c with prednisone, your vet can tell you the dose. (It is over-the-counter at Wal-Mart, etc.)
A percentage of these long bodied dogs who go down in the back will recover with strict crate rest, meaning in a crate 24/7 for several weeks. He really needs to be confined. Crate rest does not cost anything and it is your best bet right now. Here is some information on the right way to do it.
Oh jesus, thanks for that info. I already gave him one today, but I'll cease at this point with the aspirin.
I've been keeping him confined to a small spot on the floor of my apartment. He doesn't really move any more than he would in a cage, and at the moment, I don't have any money for one anyway. He has a little dog bed that is a lot like thin memory foam, to try and keep him from getting sores or anything.
Strangely, today he wagged his tail a little bit more than he had before, and I swear I saw his back feet moving for a moment. Could be reflexes, but in any event, it's not a negative.
Thanks again for the advice and council.
thanks for catchign that Carol!!! yikes.
wagging is good! moving feets is good! give him some time and hopefully he will recover!!!!!!
*pattin the nice lil dog*
Aww Bendy, you would purr him back to health if you were there. There are all kinds of creative substitutes for store bought crates. If you have any friends with a dusty old baby playpen or crib in the attic they could loan you, those are great (assuming your back is OK as far as being able to lift him out of the play pen). For some dogs, a plastic kiddy wading pool will work if the sides are high enough. Then there is the classic cardboard box, often used here, or a big Rubbermaid storage bin. I used a cardboard box part time with my dog, then I got a playpen at the thrift shop, it was wonderful. Possibly if you advertise on Craigslist (or you may know a better place) asking for a donated playpen, someone may have one. I wouldn't be surprised if you are seeing some improvement with the steroids. They cause swelling to go down, and swelling is part of what causes the neurological deficits you've been seeing. Keeping him quiet ensures he will not injure the disk further. Here is the best information I've seen on the healing process for a disk. It gives the actual time frame.
http://www.sturgisvet.com/site/view/114 ... isease.pml
I wen to your chipin page first thing this morning. Nicely done and a great one-stop resource.
My first article for the paper was a day by day, blow by blow account of his fight for life. Saturday I found him, took him to the hospital. Cried all night. Sunday was worse. Monday I got on the horn with local humanes (although this was before I had started a rescue, I was already known to all of them). That's when I got the pledges that turned the tide. A woman at Hilton Head Humane called a vet tech who knew of a fund in GA. They donated $500. That was Monday. Each day I visited him and recorded my thoughts (a rather panicky state). Wednesday, I was planninga homecoming and had completely fallen in love with this crushed, shot up bag of bones. Beaufort Humane pledged another $500. The doc said after donations he would do the rest for free. Thursday, Doc told me the hip injury will end his life. The vet tech could not be reached. I was sprawled over Jude stretched out on the steel slab of a table, putting his collar on and giving him a toy, so he would have a family to die with. I was sobbing please don't do this until you talk to Sharon Wagner! She could not be reached. I bought him another day, Friday, and surgery was scheduled for Saturday. Doc said, if it's awful in there, he won't wake up. I spent a few hours at the cemetery, sobbing to my mom to do SOMETHING. I had just had some film developed at the one hour and I was amazed at the difference in one week in St.Jude. I wrote all these thoughts, and experiences down, Brian. Every one. Day by day for two weeks. I put it together, and submitted it to my local rag, and they ran it on ST. VALENTINE'S DAY! Picture of Jude's head on a Heart Pillow that read: I L O V E Y O U.
The television stations picked up on it, other papers picked up on it, and donations were requested and received by regular folks like you and me.
Your story is newsworthy, Brian. Write it all down, if you aren't comfortable with your skill level, if you write from your heart, it will all come together and folks will cry and they will GIVE.
My heart goes out to you. I actually CAN imagine what you are going through. I had no money for St.Jude. He was a charity case. He raised all hihs own money. People reached out and WANTED to help. People are good. And when you have a specific cause, they tend to be more generous. Does your chipin account go to a hospital? Most require that. OH! Go to teh IMOM board. Those folks are AMAZING at raisin money! Your story has been facebooked as well. We are getting the word out, Brian. WRITE THAT ARTICLE! Take some adorable photos! Brooklin WILL achieve the impossible and we are right here to offer you encouragement.
Karen, Andy's ^i^ mom
Lethal White Aussies Rule!
INTERACTIVE RESCUE SITE!
Your story has inspired me to do just that. I mean he was already the most adorable dog known to man. I already wrote a screenplay about him. I've taken so many photos of the dog over the past year that he probably thinks he's a celebrity. I now have to chronicle this awful experience that both he and I are going through and use it to get him some help.
I did connect with IMOM and the ortho filled out the paperwork for him, but even with their $500 I would still be $7000 or so in the hole. Honestly, their estimate was between $5000 and $9000 for the surgery, and they were the only one of three vets that I could even get to. I don't have a car so I had to beg rides over the course of the day it happened to get him where he needed to go.
I also don't have a whole lot of faith in the surgery being a success. I've heard horror stories of dogs with this condition becoming worse off after invasive surgery. Like, they end up having chronic pain and still can't walk. At the moment, he's happy as a clam, just can't trot around. So I'm still weighing the surgical option. What he does need is therapy and some implements like a chair and meds. I have the meds and the chair he won't need for a few weeks, but other things like diapers, pepcid...yadda yadda, definitely need to be gotten and I'm flat broke.
Anyway, thanks so much for the great advice and I think I'll start telling his story right now.
and Welcome. Isn't this the greatest group of people?? Glad to hear you are going to write that story. If you've done a screenplay, this should be easy...just let your heart guide that pen. We'd love to see more pictures of Brookie too.
Just wanted to remind you of something CarolC mentioned and many of us have learned here. Strict crate rest can sometimes turn things back around. You mentioned something about having a couple of weeks before getting a wheelchair. Strict crate rest for 6-8 weeks gives you a lot more time and you may not even need a wheelchair at all. The fact that he is so tiny makes crating that much easier to be creative with it. Please read the link Carol gave you for full details. You don't want to rush allowing him to walk, run, jump or even try a wheelchair - it could mean the difference between full recovery and paralysis.
Good work on expressing him - glad the vet showed you that - this is the other most important thing right now.
If you do any reading around here, you will see that even if he does not regain full mobility, there are ways to deal with it and he can still have a happy and fulfilling life. Bobbie has a star in a wheelchair who does agility competitions. Bendy mentioned something to protect his legs from dragging - one name for what she was talking about is a "drag bag" which can be homemade. But again....you have 6-8 weeks before even considering any of this.
Okaye, get busy on that story and keep us posted.
Christine... and Bailey, playing at the Bridge
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The story so far...
Monday, May 10 2010… Just finished the first draft of my fourth screenplay. Entitled The Head of a Pin, it’s the story of a man who is cursed with the worst luck in the world, for one year. He’s then forced to go on the run with a small Pekingese dog that he’s watching for a friend. I’ve been working on it for about six months and only tonight, after smoking the last cigarette in this pack, was able to rattle out those final words FADE OUT. A great swell of satisfaction sends me off to bed. Tomorrow, I’ll try to send it around and get some notes. TV off, computer monitor off, lights off, good night.
Tuesday, May 11 2010… Woke up this morning, as every morning, surrounded by dogs. I have two, that were both thrust into my lap by a girl I went out with once, a year and a half ago.
You know the story, she asked me to watch them for a week, and didn’t come back to get them (or return my calls) for 3 months. During that three months, I found out through friends that she had been passing them around to everyone she knew as she travelled the globe trying to get modeling gigs that didn’t pan out. These uber-cuties had been apparently beaten, neglected, kept in a box for days, left in cars for hours on end, and generally received treatment that would rival that of a P.O.W. So when she eventually returned and requested her dogs, I think my exact words were “Uh. #### no. You can’t have them back.” During those three months I had also taken them to the vet a half a dozen times, and was appalled to discover that one needed stitches taken out, the other needed all of her teeth removed, and they both had skin and fur conditions that, to say the least, were upsetting.
Brooklyn is an adorable brown and beige, three year old, Pekingese with movie star looks and the energy of Chuck Norris. He’s the cutest little dog that has ever graced the face of the earth… and he knows it. He sits half on-half off my head as I sleep. From what I can gather, my ear makes a good foot-rest. Nestled around my ankles is Marianne, my Pomeranian-Chihuahua mix. She’s equally cute, and a complete charity case. She has no teeth and is missing an ear, and she can moonwalk, and turns in circles when she’s excited. Both of these dogs are ready for the circus.
So, I wake up, find my shoes, and take these little beggers out to the grassy knoll beside my apartment for their morning constitutional. It’s a bright sunny day. A light breeze wafts through the palms. They’re happy as clams…
I come back inside and send a text to my next-door neighbor and screenwriting partner. I could knock on his door, but I’m lazy. I can’t wait to tell him about finishing my script. I can tell he got my text because Brooklyn is wagging his tail and looking excited at someone coming up the walkway outside my door. Brooklyn excitedly hops inside the room and is barking excitedly on the carpet as my neighbor enters the room.
He only gets a half sentence out of his mouth before things go bad… “Hey bro, that’s great you finished your… Whoa, what’s going on with your dog?” I turn to find Brooklyn, crazed look on his face, waddling like a seal, in little circles on the floor, his rear legs dragging behind him ominously. My initial instinct is “Did he give himself a charley horse or something”. I think I verbalized it as “What the #### is going on here?” As I bend down to examine him, it’s clear that something isn’t right. In fact, something is terribly, terribly wrong. He can’t move or use his back legs at all and is freaking out, fishtailing around me as I sit, bug-eyed and scared. My friend and I look at each other and my hands start to shake. “Uhhh… What do I do?”
My friend drops the suit he’s carrying, and we immediately give the dog a good once over, checking for any indication of what’s physically going on with the little guy. He has no signs of injury, is only making the most miniscule of whimpers, yet his legs are as limp as a wet sock.
I don’t have a car, so I tell my friend that he needs to drive me to the emergency vet, and quick. Unfortunately he’s on his way to a job interview, his first in a year, so I can hardly be angry at him for not being able to rush us to the doctor. I grab my phone, hand shaking, and call my friend Jenny. Great, she’s available, and at my doorstep in five minutes.
I’m feeling both hot and cold flashes as we drive as fast as one can in Tuesday morning rush hour traffic in Los Angeles. Brooklyn keeps eye contact with me, and I sense it’s his only way to truly make me visualize the horror that he’s experiencing. Clearly something is wrong with his back as his head keeps dipping slightly and then pushing backward. I’m starting to lose what little of my cool that’s left. I yell at traffic and keep him as still as possible, draped across my lap to try and keep his spine from any unnatural movement.
As we race to his normal doctor, twenty miles away, I realize that I only have $254 in my wallet and that my bank account is $600 overdrawn. Did I also mention that I haven’t had a job for a year?
We finally pull into the parking lot and this devout agnostic says a little prayer inside his head addressed “To Whom It May Concern”. I hope beyond hope that the doctors will be able to do something to fix him on a budget, since they know him and have already played a part in making him healthy. I’ve already spent upwards of $2000 with them, so logically they’d have some compassion and want to help this beautiful little dog.
After a short and frantic wait in the foyer, I’m ushered immediately into an examination room. The nurse quickly says “It’s a good thing you got here so quick. Don’t worry… We’re gonna help him.” She puts a hand on my shoulder and smiles at me in an assuring way. It’s only now that I feel some sense of relief. He’s in good hands. He’s with people that know and can do something about whatever is going on with him. It’s not the last time I’ll be wrong today…
The doctor enters, does a precursory two minute examination, and tells me he has a slipped or “extruded” disc. Sounds reasonable, but why is he paralyzed? Well, it is apparently common in dogs with small, but long, bodies and short legs. It apparently happens when they jump on and off things like couches, or beds. Brooklyn loved to do this often. So the doctor says that Brooklyn will need surgery, immediately, and that the nurse will have me fill out some forms and then they’ll do some X-rays and take some blood to find out whatever they can. I say “Great”. He leaves. It’s the last time I will ever see that doctor.
The nurse re-enters, hands me a form which has a bill for the immediate services to be rendered. By line it states Examination -$44, Bloodwork - $132, X-rays - $120, and for simply Collecting Blood $8.50. So without any actual care for him, I’m out the entire $300 that I have in the world. She asks me to sign at the bottom. I feel faint, as I tell her that I only have $250. Period. Finito. Her smile fades to a very serious straight line, etched across her face. She turns and walks out of the room, leaving me a blubbering mess. She returns and asks me if I’d like to apply for Care Credit. I say yes. She leaves. She’s gone approximately thirty five seconds before returning to inform me that I was denied this “Care Credit”. I ask her what else can we do? I love this guy, and I just want to help him. She shakes her head and asks me if I want a “minute”.
I take about twenty seconds to compose myself as much as possible, gingerly pick up Brooklyn and march out to the front desk, begging her again to please help my dog. She gives me one of those painful smiles that mean “I’m sorry, you’re screwed”. I should mention that at this point, the nurse has not asked me for any money at all, only presented me with a billing estimate. As I leave, the friend that drove me there is in shock as well at the callousness of the vet and his staff. Brooklyn is still wide eyed and panting. He looks like he’s in pain, and I’m quickly losing my mind.
Out of options we return to my apartment where I begin making phone calls at an extremely rapid rate. I’m posting on Facebook, Myspace, the Humane Society… Everywhere and anywhere that someone might have a lead on a vet that can help him.
Over the next few hours I make sobbing phone calls to vets to try and find some kind of emergency services or advice as to where a guy can find help for his dog for under $250.
I hear back fairly quickly from most of these places, and they all deny me any kind of help. By about the third call, I can barely talk. I’m hysterical. Brooklyn is sitting on a folded blanket, he’s not comfortable at all. He’s exhausted and wants to sleep, but his spine is obviously distressed as he can’t put his head down without it rising back up again. At this point I’m seriously considering getting a gun and forcing a vet to fix him, regardless of the fact that I would eventually go to jail.
After talking to everyone and their brother that has anything to do with pet care, and having them send me back around the circle again, “Hey, you should call the humane society”. “I just did, they told me to call you”. I’m in the depths of utter depression, when a friend of mine on facebook happens to recommend a vet clinic in Pasadena that has very cheap rates on X-rays and Bloodwork. Realizing that I still have my $250, I give them a call. It’s walk-in only, and too late in the day to go now.
For the rest of the night, I monitor Brooklyn closely. He won’t eat or drink and looks at me like “Why aren’t you helping me?” It’s breaking my heart to see him like this, but there’s little I can do at the moment. He sleeps a restless sleep, next to me on the floor.
Wednesday, May 12 2010… I wake up in a puddle of puppy pee that actually gives me as much relief as I’m sure it did him. At least he’s able to rid his kidneys of anything that might cause more damage. I immediately check the clock and note that it’s only 5:30am. Still have to wait two and a half hours to take him in. I call Jenny at the un-godly hour and make sure she’s still able to take me. I then sit and massage Brooklyn’s little legs as we watch M.A.S.H. on literal pins and needles. He looks sleepy, and slightly confused.
Exactly at 7am, the phone rings. It’s Brooklyn’s vet, and for a second I’m elated, thinking, “They had a change of heart. They’re going to help him.” Wrong again. It’s the nurse from the day before, informing me that unless I return to their office and pay the $44 examination fee TODAY, she’s going to “turn me over to the district attourney”. Those were her exact words. I quickly tell her that my dog is still broken, and that she’s doing a fantastic job. She hangs up. I cry some more.
8 am rolls around, and I scoop him up, gently, piling into her car to try our luck at Pet Vet Roulette. We make it to the doctor’s office, and the sun is already hot. I make my way through the walk-in crowds and sign in to await our fate.
Jenny follows shortly, telling me she has to leave as her brother has an emergency as well. “No problem” I say, knowing in the back of my mind that I have no way to leave this place once she is gone. My poor crippled and hurting dog and I are twenty miles from home, with no way back, and no money… and my phone is running out of power.
Eventually we’re called into an examination room, and within about ten seconds, the doctor tells me again about it being a slipped disc. He says that Brooklyn needs an Orthopedic specialist. At which point I break down in tears again, whining about having only $250 to my name. He is one of the heroes of the day, and kindly tells me he’s going to wave the examination fee. He tells me to go quickly and says he hopes I have good luck at the Ortho clinic that he’s recommended.
I sit outside the vet’s office for an hour, trying to find a spot in the shade where Brooklyn will be comfortable, and I can contemplate how to get us “the #### out of here”. I manage to get another friend on the phone that is available to give us a ride. We wait for her to show up, Brooklyn panting and trying to stay comfortable. I honestly think at this point he was trying to lift MY spirits, because I’m losing it… fast.
We drive to the Ortho, and she drops me off, since she has to go directly to work from there. I rush inside this massive complex, thinking “This is the Mount Sinai of doggie hospitals”. Surely they’ll help us in here. The nurse takes one look at Brooklyn, and before I even tell her my name, they’ve taken the little exhausted guy away to examine him. As I fill out the paperwork, an orderly asks me questions about Brooklyn’s medical history and such.
I’m eventually ushered into a room where a doctor tells me all about his probably condition, she’s very nice and extremely detailed about this condition being somewhat hereditary to Pekingese dogs. She says at the end , her hand on my arm, “Don’t worry, we’re going to help him”. She then leaves, returning with a billing estimate that almost gives me a heart attack. There are two pages of line items including everything from usage of surgical instruments, to X-rays, to suture packs. The estimate falls between $5000 and $9000, of which I have exactly $250. I tell her this, again, sobbing.
She leaves and moments later, reenters the room with a single page bill totaling $250. It is for an emergency exam, bloodwork, a medical waste fee, and Prednisone – a puppy steroid medicine. She then regales me with the possibility of having my dog live with this condition of paralysis, and ushers me back out into the waiting room. I pay her the money.
As I try not to lose my cool, I call my neighbor, who thankfully is able to give us a ride home. By the time he gets there, they’ve brought Brooklyn back out to me and showed me how to “Express Him” or how to make him pee and poo.
We drive home and I immediately get back on the phone trying to find funding for surgery. I call the AAHA, Actors & Others, Angels for Animals, Lifeline Grants, PawsLA, IMOM, the United Animal Nations, Pet and Wildlife.com, Petorphans.com, Petfund, the Sam Simon Foundation and several other agencies that I can’t recall. Each and every one, in turn, tells me that they’re underfunded and over stressed with the requests for help from their foundation.
By this point, both myself and little Brooklyn are completely exhausted. It’s 4 pm and we’ve been on the go all day. He’s able to find moments of sleep in between his still slightly bobbing head and trying to get a bearing on the fact that he can’t walk. I’m feeling dehydrated and dirty due to crying and not showering for two days.
I check my email and find that several dozen people have responded to me on facebook about it. To be completely honest, that’s where I got the best and most accurate advice. Not from the doctors, not from the foundations, but from Facebook. A friend of a friend, whom I’ve never even met, has offered to help me set up a ChipIn donation page and gather funds for whatever type of surgery or care that little Brookie needs.
As of this writing, two days later, the account has accrued $290. A paltry sum compared to the astronomically high surgery cost quote, but a heartwarming amount from people that Brooklyn and I don’t even know. It’s times like these that you see the true essence of people.
Brooklyn is currently resting comfortably, doesn’t even appear to remember ever having legs. He pees down my leg whenever I pick him up, and has to be kept in the confines of my small studio apartment, hanging out in a space the size of an office cubicle between my couch and my bookshelf. If not for the loss of mobility, he appears to be more or less happy. After hearing many horror stories about surgery and dealing with the cold, money motivated, world of Veterinary Medicine, I’m inclined to think that Brooklyn will be just fine… as long as I get him regular check ups and eventually a little wheelchair. Who knows, he may even be able to heal himself.
I’m taking baths with him, trying to give his lame little legs some aqua therapy. He seems to dig it. He still needs donations for the costly therapy and vet visits, and I still don’t have any money for a wheelchair for the little guy, although I’ve talked to several wheelchair makers, who offered a discount after hearing of Brooklyn’s story.
If anyone wants to help a beautiful little boy become a handsomely handicapped man, please donate to his fund:
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