World, meet baby Cookie. He has been a forgotten, discarded puppy until a few days ago. Cookie has had a hard, unfair life. When Cookie came into my life, this sweet gentle animal was being dragged in to the City Pound by the neck, by someone claiming to be a stranger who found him on the street. Cookie was shivering, scared, and more emaciated than any dog I've ever seen alive. He had 5 pounds of liquid built up in his little tummy, and was clearly in pain. He was dumped at the Pound, where they were going to euthanize him that day due to his condition, lack of space, and no one to claim him. I can't imagine living a homeless life all alone only to be killed in a cold sterile room by strangers. The rescuers who happened to be at the Pound that day saw this little unnamed puppy. They saw his sadness, pain, and somehow the fighting will to live in his eyes, and they could not let him die.
He has been living with me (I'm his foster mama!) for about a week. He looks like he has little cookie crumbs on his paws and nose, so I named him Cookie! I've seen him wag his tail, give my cats and dog sweet nose kisses, chomp on yummy treats, and take deep snoozes on my couch and cuddle his "softie". I've also seen Cookie's fear, his disorientation, his lethargy, his inability to do things that a puppy loves to do. I've seen his bony body try to get comfortable, his spine ridges and thin leg bones poking out. I cant touch Cookie without feeling a bone and hoping I'm not hurting him. I've seen his poor body droop in pain, his tail between his legs, I've heard him yelp in pain when he couldn't stop himself from falling and hitting his head, watched him defecate in his bed without even the will to move... I've watched him trying so hard to be a puppy but unable to. I watch him eat and then I watch him decline as the poison of his liver dysfunction processes through him and he becomes weak, and I am unable to help him. I see the puppy in his eyes and then I see the light fade away with illness. It is breaking my heart.
Today, after a six hour vet visit, we were given the disheartening news. Cookie has an underdeveloped liver and very likely has a liver shunt. This means that his liver is not functioning properly and he'll need surgery. That is the best case scenario. He is not strong enough today to get the surgery as his little poorly nourished body can not withstand anesthesia. To prepare for surgery, Cookie and I must work together to get him as healthy as possible now that we know what's happening inside him. My job is to love him, give him all the happiness and health I can, give him a special low-protein diet, give him medications and other natural healing remedies, take him to and keep his company during his almost daily vet visits, and gather funds for his health and surgery. Cookie is a fighter, I can see it. He wouldn't have made it this far alone out there in the cold if he wasn't.
I don't ask for much from my friends, but this is one of those times when I need your help: Please help me and the generous rescuers who are helping (** All funds go directly to CPR Fund K9 Rescue **), and my friend Cookie to celebrate Christmas, see his one-year birthday, and let him become the bounding, happy puppy he should get to be.
NOTE: Steph at CPR Fund K9 Rescue has generously said we'd go forward with it if he can get Cookie healthy enough to make it through. But she is a rescue paying out of her own pocket for this surgery, vet visits, and his supplies, and I for supplies and transport, so we can both really use all the support anyone can provide.
Those of you who know me, know I would much rather your donations go to Cookie than getting Christmas presents, so please consider this a wonderful Christmas gift for everyone. Prayers, happy thoughts, and emotional support for Cookerini are always welcome as well