There has been a call on my FB Page to develop a more listy-list of ways to prepare yourself for a major disaster like the one progressing in Southern California. To that end, here is a synthesized version to help you keep calm and get organized should you be faced with the awful question of what…
First a HUGE THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO HAVE HELPED OUT ALREADY, YOUR GIFTS OF TIME, ADVICE AND MONEY ARE SO VERY, VERY APPRECIATED!!!!!
All right, so this is Puppy (soon to be given a name that is Epic and most likely Latin). He was given to me by a homeless man who asked if I could get his puppy help for his busted leg.
We took a trip to the vet today for a diagnosis. It appears that he has broken his hip at the neck of the femur, as well as in the acetabulum… the part of the hip bone that forms the joint. The break is pretty extreme and dramatic. And also appears to be a month old… CAN YOU IMAGINE WALKING AROUND FOR A MONTH ON A HIP SO BROKEN ONLY THE MUSCLES ARE HOLDING IT ON? CAN YOU IMAGINE BEING LOVING AND OUTGOING AND STILL JUST WANTING TO PLAY?
Because that’s what this little trooper has been doing.
So, the treatment is going to be what the vet termed a “salvage surgery” (Replacing the hip is far, far, far above my means). The surgery would consist of removing the head of the femur and taking the joint from a ball and socket joint to one that floats and is held on by muscle, much like the shoulder joint. He will always have a bit of a swagger to his walk, but his prognosis is excellent.
Without out the surgery his leg will be useless and always CHRONIC PAIN
With the surgery he will be able to run, jump, play and there is no risk of debilitating or crippling joint issues in the future.
The cost of the surgery, with the discount the vet is giving me, is $1,000-$1,200. I was able to cover the cost of the appointment today with funds that I have raised and my own money. I have already received contributions towards his surgery in the total of $250.
THIS MEANS I ONLY NEED $970 TO COVER THE COST OF THE SURGERY.
So I am asking all my animal loving friends to rally together and help this boy have a LONG, HAPPY AND PAIN FREE LIFE.
I am fundraising in two places…
You can send money directly to Shelter Island Veterinary Hospital via their PayPal account- firstname.lastname@example.org This money goes towards covering the cost of his surgery and medical bills and is the most important part right now. (Please let me know if you do this so I can keep a running tally of what we’ve raised.)
Or if you would like to help cover the cost of a few things we are going to need to have to help the puppy recover well, like a crate, send the money to my PayPal email@example.com
He is one of the best puppies I have ever met, so smart and sweet and cuddly. I know I can’t save all the puppies, but with you help I can save this one. With your help I can turn this sad and pain-filled face into one of smiles and wiggles, ready to give love to everyone who meets him.
IF YOU CAN CONTRIBUTE, THANK YOU SO MUCH. IF YOU CAN SHARE THIS POST, THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH. EVERY BIT IS HELPFUL AND APPRECIATED.
With all love,
Stephanie and (Soon to be epically named) Puppy
P.S. If I tagged you it is because you have already part of the support team helping this little fella, or I know you to be an animal lover with a large following of other animal lovers with who I hope you will share this status.
P.P.S I have no idea why, but I can’t get my photos to load. He is the cutest black and white puppy. Look me up on Facebook, Stephanie Seppi Rogers, if you want pictures.
So tonight is the first might I have spent away from my boy since we started sleeping in the same bed.
He needed to go help a friend and I am glad to have a boyfriend who is friends like this… loyal and fierce.
And I get to see him all the time… its just… I’m sad and missing him so much.
I have come to the conclussion that I am generally boring, unmotivated and what’s worse is I seem to have lost my sense of wonder, enchantment and adventure. I feel like I do most everything wrong… I am too self-centered and not giving enough.
Generally everyone in my life is sick of me and I inspire no one.
If I can not learn to self-affirm, self-motivate, and basically just be better, more inspiring, more challenging, more together…
If I can’t make more money, be more self reliant, be more,
Learn how to be more beautiful, more amazing…
If I can’t learn to do these things for myself and by myself
I will end up all by myself.
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.