I came home Friday night to hear George crying. I rushed over as he hid under the couch. Somehow while I was gone for 2 hours, he managed to hurt himself. He whimpered and hopped over to his little bed, staying asleep all night and most of the next day. My poor little baby somehow tore his ACL. I spent Monday in the clinic with him as they did Xrays, bloodwork (since he is 8 years old), and waited for him to wake up from sedation. He was limp and exhausted when they handed him back to me with the bill and the estimate for surgery.
I just split up with my ex and have been saving to get my own apartment, but I spent my whole check on this first visit. I dont expect everyone to give the entire $2k, but I'm asking for help. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my dogs, they also know how much I hate asking for help. This is really hard for me, and I know this whole living situation has been hard on the dogs too, I just never would have imagined either one of them getting hurt, especially from running around the house!
All I want is for George to be the happy little furball I know hes trying to be. Thank you all.