Fighting tumors and parasites

Urgent help needed for Lee!

He was seen walking the streets, obviously sick and in need of help but he was invisible to most of the people he passed by. They don't see him, or the thousands of others like him - they just don't care...

But WE see him; we see them all. They are ALL we see here in this supposed paradise. The beauty of the island is obliterated by the ugliness of how these innocents are treated. Ignored, or even worse, abused, they live their lives in a world of pain.

Lee is covered in fleas and ticks. He has tumors in a few places that we hope will be a treatable venereal and not cancer, but testing will tell.

Can you please help us cover his vet treatment??

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~Lee~
Late last night, I got a call about a dog that was seen very sick on the streets and needed help. The little boy infested with ticks and fleas was dropped at the refuge this morning, riddled with what looks to be cancer.

I took him to the clinic and at first the vet thought it was just a nasty venereal, but after finding a deep open hole on the side of his penis and several tumors all over his neck and throat, he decided to do a biopsy, concerned it could be cancer. They are doing blood tests to check on his organs and he will stay hospitalized.

Lee needs our helping hand right now.
Living homeless on this island, with this deadly disease, is horrendously hard...especially if you are one of the many thousands walking this island in pain and starving with nobody that wants you.

Can you please help Lee?

Pawtcake Refuge

About the Organization

Pawtcake Refuge (The Voiceless Dogs of Nassau, Bahamas) is dedicated to rescuing abused, neglected, homeless, and abandoned dogs in the Bahamas. We are committed to every dog we save, providing them with all necessary medical care, and offering them the very best chance at a new life.

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Old Bethpage, NY 11804
United States

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  • Update

    I just woke up from a bad dream and I didn’t want to write this...
    Lee/Bullet, passed away this morning. I saw him yesterday and I was brokenhearted when I visited him at the clinic. The vet said the cancer that we all thought had gone away for good with 5 chemos, did not... They found a brain tumor and the cancer had spread to his brain, causing severe neurological damage. I told the vet Harry and I would have to make a decision by Monday.

    Last night, I called Harry to go see Lee and take him to the beach this morning for the last time and show him the ocean that he used to love so much...but morning came and I received a call from the vet saying to come right away. I contacted Harry to come to the clinic.
    On the metal table, Lee, the once radiant and happy little boy, couldn’t even open his eyes to see us anymore. The vet said he was suffering and keeping him alive till Monday would have been cruel. Harry cried...I tried to be strong for both of them but I failed miserably, as I started to cry, being in the middle of so much pain.

    While the vet was putting him to sleep, so many thoughts came to mind. Why do things have to end like this..? The little dog that Harry found on the side of the road, unwanted and unloved, finally found someone who gave him a home and loved him. For him to die, when he just started to enjoy his life...what was the meaning of all of that? I saw a grown man cry like a kid that just lost his best friend and I felt so much impotence. Harry and I hugged, crying for the life that was no more...

    We left him at the funeral home to be cremated. Putting him to sleep was the hardest, but nothing compared to leaving him on the crematory table all alone.
    Our vet bill for Lee is over $6,000 without his cremation. Please help us cover his medical bill. Please. 🖤

     

  • Update

    Update on Lee, the sweet boy found by a friend of mine riddled with tumors...
    There wasn’t much for the vets to do without a proper diagnosis, so they released him until his biopsy results came back.
    The great news is that the same friend that found him, Harry Lee, adopted him and took him home with him.
    But...like with all good news, also comes the bad news, hand in hand.

    The bad news is that the vets are almost positive that all the tumors are nothing but malignant cancer. If so, they only gave Lee 7 months, at the max. I told Harry, whatever happens, he is not alone, and neither is Lee. We are covering all his medical till the end and all he needs to do is make him happy.

    Yesterday, Harry took Lee to see the beautiful sunset on the beach.
    I see a little dog that is blessed with love now, even in his last months of his life. After all the years of being a stray on this island, unloved, unwanted, suffering starvation and diseases, all alone...he now knows the true meaning of love, because I have seen how Harry takes care of him and the way he talks about him. Always finding ways to make him happy...

    I pray God allows him to live and for the biopsy results to come back wrong.
    What is happening to this sweet boy is not fair at all...

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