Ann Arbor, MI
Milough, Husky Mix. Diagnosis: Spontaneous Pneumothorax, Ruptured Bullae August 2017 will mark the fifth year since Milough came into my life and changed me forever. A goofy son and an even goofier dog, he is a soul rich in character and charm. It doesn't take more than one look to realize that there is something special about this special boy. But Milough wasn't always like that. In fact, he wasn't much of a dog at all when I first found him. Milough had no where to go. He was hardly a dog, nothing more than a shell when we met. He could care nothing of the world or the people in it - for they had turned their back one too many times on him, and left him wandering in such a scary world. As an initial gesture I even tried to coax him to me with a cheeseburger - a CHEESEBURGER- He didn't take it. Wouldn't even look at it. He was more of a ghost than he was a dog. But, I was not so easily turned away. Despite his initial reluctance one dog treat after another lead him to care maybe just a little bit more about who I was... One brush after another lead him to want maybe just a little... for his belly to be rubbed and his hair to be combed smooth. Milough, little by little, started to come to life, and show me just who he was. He runs with a body so large but no understanding of how to handle how much leg he actually has. He talks and sings and bows if you ask. He even will take his own "puppachino" window side with a soft tug of his teeth on the rim of the cup, all the drive-thrus love him. Milough is certainly no longer a drifter through life... but a spirit, enjoying every moment that is filled only with the love and adoration of his family. Just as I have brought light to his life, he has brought life to mine. I have seen some dark days, and struggle with my own battles of anxiety and depression. It's been always a battle to make friends and at best keep them. But Milough, no matter how awkward I am or how stupid I may act, has never judged me... has never shied away from me. He has been my protector and more importantly, my dearly beloved friend. This time though, it is my turn to protect him. It was January the 16th when I noticed something wasn't right. His breathing was strangely erratic and he whined at the end of each breath. I decided it was best to take him in to the emergency room. They checked his lungs and from there told me that he had air in his chest that needed to come out. It was a procedure they often saw more with traumas than spontaneous instances. The cost was $750. With the help of friends, family, and loved ones, we paid for the services and had the chest drained of 2.5 liters of air. We were told to head home but if things got worse to then consult another ER with more specialized services. I brought him home and it was within 30 minutes that he was back to whining again. Time to go back. In the crazy sleet and rain of Michigan, I drove 40 minutes away to have him seen by the ER, all the while trying to keep the panicking at bay. They told me that he would have to get a CT scan of his chest and that more than likely would have to have surgery. One of his two lungs was faintly working and although they had no definite diagnosis yet. They ball-parked everything in at around 8,000 for the surgery, fluids, hospitalization for two nights, anesthetic, and pain medications needed. And that wasn't including the previous bill we already paid. This 8,000... was what was separating me between a life still with one of the loves of my life... or having to face the heartbreak of losing him because of something as shallow as money. I felt helpless and hopeless...but I decided to fight. For hours I rallied what forces I had to scrape together enough to keep his chest free of air for the night, have them stabilize him, and to give them a down payment for the surgery in the morning after surgery team suggested we just go right into surgery. Milough was diagnosed with Spontaneous Pneumothorax, an issue where air sacs form on the lung and can rupture, which in his case, they did. Air then fills into the chest cavity causing respiratory complications and suffocation. I need more help. I need your help. Any support, reblog, share is appreciated ten-fold. With my financial resources exhausted I'm reaching out to you for support. If any life is worth giving a second chance, it's this goofy goober who has given me more reason to wake up in the morning than I'll ever be able to comprehend. UPDATE: Surgery team called us this morning, they opted into skipping the CAT scan and go right into surgery due to his chest cavity filling up with air again, and fast. He has been in surgery all morning, they removed a lobe of his lung due to the ruptured bullae. They required a down payment which we had to loan money for, and we are unsure yet the exact cost of the surgery, hospitalization, pain meds, fluids, IV, and everything else they're going to be tacking onto this final bill. They have estimated it to be around 8,000. He will be staying in the ER under their direct care and monitoring until Thursday. I will be able to know then a more direct expense. I cannot do this alone. Please help me save my dog.