Help Me Save My Best Friend
Organized by: Padraig Nolan
My dog, Monty, had a rough early life. Whoever he lived with before my family abandoned him out in the forest near Estacada. He wandered out of the forest onto a farm and the farmers let him stay there with their other dogs while they searched for his owner. After several weeks of print and internet ads, nobody replied (and he had no collar, tags or chip to search with.) They put him up for adoption when they couldn't find his owner, and my family had recently lost another boxer, so we went out to meet him. For the rest of my family it was love at first sight, but I was skeptical. I'd just lost my previous dog, and was still full of grief. But that night I was lying on my couch playing a video game, and Monty, all 80 pounds of him, crawled up onto my lap and put his head on my shoulder. After that, I was in love.
Monty has been with us for almost three years. He's about six now (we don't know for sure but that's the vets' estimate.) He's been developing odd lumps over his body since we've had him but each time we've had them checked they were no more than benign cysts. Yesterday I took him to the vet for a routine checkup and a booster shot, but just on a whim I told the doctor that we should check out the new bumps on his leg and hip. That evening I got a voicemail that nobody ever wants to hear: "One of the slides I looked at appears to be cancer."
My family normally is able to keep up with a couple big unplanned expenses once in a while, but my sister's wedding is in a week, we've had some recent car and computer problems, and money is very tight. Treatment for him is going to cost around $2000. Our veteranarian needs to remove two tumors from his legs, but if we can't raise the money to pay for it then all we can do is try to make him comfortable until it's time for him to go.
Monty's only six, still full of life and love, and everyone that meets him adores him. He's seriously the sweetest dog you've ever met. My own personal stake in this is less important, but I've been suffering from serious anxiety and depression for several years, and every time I see him I feel a bit calmer and happier. Monty is my best friend, and I really don't want to lose my best friend just because I don't have the money to save him. If we wait too long to try to scrounge up money wherever we can, it could be too late.
So this is a plea to anyone who has met Monty and had their lives bettered by him, or for anyone who knows or has ever known the love of a canine best friend. Any little donation helps. I'll update this page whenever we have new information.
Update: I just found out this page was posted to the tumblr nation and donations are starting to come in. Thank you guys so much! It means a lot. I'll try to get some video up tomorrow so you can all see Monty "in action" as it were.