
Dash's Love Story

We love our sweet, tiny Dash. We didn’t hesitate to spend the funds to get him emergency treatment. But we were in a spot when he obstructed again and we had run out of funds. It would’ve been devastating to be forced to stop treatment now. Thank you for helping to save our boy. You have kept our family together.
In Dash's Words...
Hi. My name is Dash and I’m a very important member of my family. I’m 3 years old now but I was barely born when my Mom’s cousin found me and my brothers and sisters. Some people call me a dwarf or a munchkin. I guess that’s because I’m only about six pounds and half the size of my brother Socks (who also lives with us) and all the rest of my litter. I think maybe that’s part of the reason my family chose me.
When my family first came to meet me their littlest guy, Carter, fell in love with my small but mighty attitude. The lady who had found me was afraid no one else would take me because I was obviously different, but that didn’t matter to my family. They knew I was the one and decided on a whim to also take my brother Socks. I was happy to go to my forever family and began “earning” my keep right away. See, they had recently lost their cat. But I have a lot of love to share and a lot of laughs to give so this was the perfect job for me.
For instance, I know just how to snuggle with my parents when they’re settling in for the night—and that makes them smile. I’m also the official popcorn taster of the household whenever it’s time to watch a movie. I’ll do anything for popcorn! My humans love the demanding little meow that I have (not quite regular sounding), my cowboy walk and my tongue that is always out. I am always the talk of the house with visitors given my small size, silly sitting position, and super sweet personality. Call my name and I’ll give you a little purr and nod. Then of course, there’s the way I make my two human brothers laugh when I do my own form of “ballet” chasing the bird on a stick. Well, it’s not really a bird but the feathers flying through the air sure make it look that way and it’s fun, so I play along.


Last March, I started feeling puny and I didn’t want to cuddle or play. I couldn’t pee but nobody else knew it cuz my brother was OK so there was still pee in our litter box. I am a very good boy so when I first didn’t use the restroom my family knew right away something was wrong. That started this long journey of urinary problems. It became worse in September. My mom found me laying in the litter box and they rushed me to the emergency vet. They said I was plugged up but they ran something through me—OUCH—that got me fixed up. But before long it happened again! Back to the emergency vet I went and this time with a nasty urinary infection. Same routine of 3 days in the ER and lots of tests. My parents were very scared and unsure if I would be able to fight, but I am tougher than I look and I tried my hardest to get better.
After I came home I just wasn’t bouncing back. I kept trying to pee and it was obvious that I was very uncomfortable despite all the medicine I had to help. My parents rushed me to my regular doctor who said I had to have surgery to save my life. I overheard my parents say they loved me so much but they didn’t know where they would get the money to pay for any more treatment. They felt so bad. I did too. I know the whole family counts on me—I’m the cute one! I didn’t want to leave them so soon.
I’m happy to report that this organization that’s run by a dog named Ellie, along with my vet, came in and saved the day. I’m back home cuddling and working hard to heal so I can continue my job of being my cute self. The cuddling is a bit of a challenge right now with this giant plastic thing surrounding my head, but we’re managing. Soon it’ll be off and I can get back to stealing popcorn without fear of knocking the whole bowl off the couch!

A Message from Dash’s Family
We love our sweet, tiny Dash. We didn’t hesitate to spend the funds to get him emergency treatment. But we were in a spot when he obstructed again and we had run out of funds. It would’ve been devastating to be forced to stop treatment now. Thank you for helping to save our boy. You have kept our family together.
