It means more than I can put into words. My Toothless is the love of my life. He’s my boy, my family, my son. I can’t imagine being robbed of having a life with him by my side simply because I couldn’t afford a lifesaving surgery. I’d sell everything I own to save him. So, you donors of this fund are lifesavers. Both for him and for me.
As soon as I saw this little black cat with giant yellow eyes, I knew he was “Toothless”. Not because he had no teeth, but because he looked just like the main character in the movie ‘How to Train Your Dragon.’ And dragon he is!
An outsider sees a fierce, loyal protector. But to those he loves, Toothless is a sweet and cuddly bundle of joy. He is my soulmate. We understand each other perfectly.
My boy was picked up off the streets at a young age. As a result, he developed some toughness to survive. Underneath that, he carries some strong anxieties. He hates being left alone and suffers from separation anxiety.
To ease his suffering, I adopted more cats. I hoped that would help when I am not by his side. It didn’t. Now a cat sitter comes to visit him and his cat siblings when I will be gone to work or school for more than a couple of hours.
One morning as I made Toothless his breakfast, he didn’t come running into the kitchen to thank me. I knew something was very wrong. I rushed him to the vet and they diagnosed him with a severe urinary blockage. He needed lifesaving surgery. Immediately! I had just taken $4000 out of my grad school financial aid fund to pay for this emergency visit. I knew it would mean working extra shifts to pay it back. I’d gladly do it for my baby. But there was no way I could come up with more money to pay for surgery and a hospital stay too. How ironic that as a Public Health grad student, I am studying the disparity between health care needs and finances.
And now here I was facing that myself.
It is heartbreaking when faced with this reality for someone you love—pet or person.
To me, Toothless is my son.
My sweet boy has given me so much. We are so attuned to each other. Was I going to be forced to let him die? It was heartbreaking to know that there was treatment available to help my beloved Toothless but that money might be the reason I had to let him go.
That is where YOU came to the rescue. You are my superheroes!
It means more than I can put into words. My Toothless is the love of my life. He’s my boy, my family, my son. I can’t imagine being robbed of having a life with him by my side simply because I couldn’t afford life-saving surgery. I’d sell everything I own to save him. So, you donors of this fund are lifesavers. Both for him and for me.
If you‘re ever out driving and see a car go by with a black cat with big yellow eyes in the driver’s seat, it may be my Toothless--that you helped to save!
- Toothless' Mom