A Good Samaritan found Dolly and contacted SNARR for help. Of course we said yes.
And then we met her.
Within five minutes, I was completely in love.
You simply cannot meet Dolly and not love her. She has this precious little face, these huge, velvety soft wrinkles, soulful eyes and the sweetest personality imaginable.
And somehow, despite everything happening inside her body, Dolly is still giving everyone kisses.
That is the part that is destroying us.
Her abdomen is filled with infection. She is septic. She has already endured two abdominal exploratory surgeries. She has had drains placed. Her abdomen continued filling with fluid. She was transferred to a specialty hospital last night, and today’s diagnostics and ultrasound still show a fluid-filled pocket somewhere inside her abdomen.
Even the specialists cannot tell exactly where it is coming from.
They just know that something is terribly wrong and Dolly’s only chance is emergency surgery to save her life. Dolly doesn’t understand any of that.
She doesn’t understand that we are terrified we could lose her.
She just wants to be loved.
She crawls into your lap.
She presses herself against you.
She looks into your eyes.
She gives you kisses.
She wiggles that adorable little bulldog butt like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
And all the while, this tiny little dog is fighting a raging infection inside her body.
I cannot explain how heartbreaking it is to look into the eyes of a dog who is this sick and have her kiss your face.
It’s almost as though she’s telling us, “I’m still here. Please don’t give up on me.”
And we won’t.
We have already spent thousands of dollars trying to save Dolly. We have paid for hospitalization, diagnostics, ultrasounds, drains and two surgeries. Now we are facing another enormous specialty hospital bill for the emergency surgery that could save her life.
But after everything she has survived, how can money be the reason we stop?
How do we look at this little girl who was thrown away like garbage, who has endured more pain than she ever should have known, and who STILL trusts people enough to crawl into our laps and cover us with kisses and tell her we can’t keep fighting?
We can’t do it.
Someone already gave up on Dolly once.
We refuse to be the second.
So today, we are begging you.
Please help us save her.
š PLEASE DONATE FOR DOLLY’S EMERGENCY SURGERY.
$5 matters.
$10 matters.
Every single donation matters.
And if you truly cannot donate, PLEASE SHARE HER. We need an army behind this little girl right now.
Dolly doesn’t know that her life is hanging in the balance.
She only knows that for the first time, she is surrounded by people who love her.
Please don’t let her finally learn what love feels like only to lose her now.
Now we need to make sure Dolly gets the chance to keep wiggling that little bulldog butt for years to come.
PLEASE HELP US SAVE DOLLY.
And she is not ready to go.
Dum Spiro Spero — While I breathe, I hope.
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