So, Max’s owner has had a change in heart and feels he is making great progress and is planning on keeping him. She asked me to give her time to really think about it but I’m not going to try and pressure someone into giving their pet up just because I want it lol. I told her not to worry and that if everything works out for them that I’m very happy for them. My mother and I will be checking the different shelters to find me my new companion instead and I actually think this could be better. If things work out with Max and his owner, he doesn’t go to a shelter and I get to bring ANOTHER dog out of a shelter and into a home just in time for this special time of year. I am a little sad because I got super excited about Max and even bought him a doggy backpack so he and I could go on adventures in the woods together and I got him his doggy advent calendar...and a doggy cookbook with a bunch of epic dog safe recipes. XD I kind of went all out, preparing for him but NOW another lucky pup will get the advent calendar and cookbook. I think I will send Max’s owner the backpack as a Christmas gift if it doesn’t fit my aunt’s dog. Max has a LOT of stuff so I might donate it to the shelter I get my new pup from or keep it until I get a large dog in the future. Who knows? All in all, I know it’s not the end of the world and whatever’s best for the dogs, is best for everyone in this situation.
This season has proved to me once again that I couldn’t have asked for better parents. My mother and father realized how downhill I was going without a companion and both promised me I wouldn’t be alone for long. After losing every last companion animal of mine this year, they soon saw how I almost stopped functioning. I stopped accepting customers and started sleeping in until 3:00 PM almost daily. I know that may seem like a lot to most people but I can’t remember a single time in my entire life that I didn’t have at least 2 companions to take care of. My life revolves around caring for my pets so when they all passed away, I felt kind of useless. My father began building my bedroom in the basement so my uncle wouldn’t have to worry about what’s going to happen. I was online and found a pup whose owner was being forced to get rid of him by her family. I told her I didn’t care about the breed, size, or gender and would be happy to take him in. This is Max. He lives 2 and a half hours away but I have a feeling he is just what I’ve been waiting for so I don’t care. He’s a nine month old Lab/Shepherd/Jack Russell mix. I spoke with the owner back and forth and she told me she had such confidence that I was the right person for him that instead of taking best offers, she’s holding him for me for 2 weeks. We knew he was the right dog for me when I explained Myles was going to be my service dog. She almost cried because she was training Max to become HER service dog. She and I both suffer from PTSD and panic attacks. Max, just like Myles used to, knows when panic is setting in and begins to paw and lick you to bring you out of it. After we realized that this was the right match, I promised her I’d keep up with everything she’d taught him and let none of his potential go to waste. I could have picked from the many adorable puppies from all of these Christmas litters but when I found out Max already needed someone, I knew it was the right choice. That’s one less amazing dog in shelters and a wonderful companion to bring a bit more of my life back to me. No dog will ever be able to replace Myles. You can get new companions but you can never replace them. However, I’m ready to start again. When I asked my mother if she thought it would work out with my aunt and uncle she responded with “It’s going to have to because I know you can’t be without a companion.” I instantly started crying. I thought I would have to wait years for a new companion but as horrible as this year has been, I feel like this is a new beginning to start a new and better year.
|So, I finally got Myles to the vet and he’s not in the best of shape, though the major issues are further down the line in his life. His heart murmur is still low because he’s so young but he has a light bacterial and fungal outbreak over his skin due to allergies I was unaware of. I bought a medicated shampoo while I was there so that is under control. The vet also told me contrary to popular belief, the surgery to fix his knee caps isn’t something to do later but something to prevent things like arthritis, which he is already showing signs of. He’s only 3 and a half. She doesn’t think he will live as long as most Maltese but I’d rather he have a short, comfortable life than a long, unhealthy one. Therefore, I’ve decided to get him his knee surgery as soon as I can. It is between $2000 and $2500 plus the money for him post-op wheelchair. As some of you know, I’m trying to get into the doTERRA business but for that I have to spend money to make money so handing over that much money right now is impossible. I’ve decided to ask for your help. If any of you would like to donate to help Myles get his surgery, please note me. Whether it 5 cents or a dollar, anything is a help.|
I love writing stories and drawing and my friend told me about DA so I couldn't help but make an account! It's kind of obvious I write a lot of yaoi too. My main hobby is cosplaying. It's tons of fun! I'm currently working on a Red XIII fursuit for the Animaritime. I also am working towards completing my goal of opening my own rescue ranch.|
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