There you were. Strangers of such kindness and generosity. I feel like you understood my pain. Thank you for believing in T. She isn’t walking yet but she’s regained her bowel and bladder control. She can feel her feet. We are getting our beloved family member back, thanks to you! --T’s Mom
I may be small but I’m a survivor!
My name is “T”. Yep, just one letter. My name is like me—short but sweet. OK, I actually started out as ET. See, my mom managed the kennel at Petland where my
brothers and sisters and I started our lives. When I was just a baby, I got really sick. I couldn’t play or eat. I got real skinny and I guess I had big ears. All the workers at the store said I looked like ET.
Mom never gave up on me. She took me home and fed me with a syringe. Day after day she was there for me. After a long time, I got healthy again. By then I looked like a normal dachshund so my name got shortened to just T. We wanted to stay together in the worst way. But I had to go back to the store cuz Mom couldn’t afford to buy me.
Another family came in and bought me. When they heard what Mom had done for me they gave me to her as a present! BEST CHRISTMAS EVER! I think that shows we were meant to be together.
My Mom needs me and I need her. Besides, her human puppies love to play with me. They need me too! Whenever any of them gets upset, I’m in their lap like a shot. I cuddle them til they giggle. And when Mom got real depressed after she birthed her last puppy, I stayed right by her side. Not to brag, but I think I got her through that.
The other day I guess I moved wrong. All of a sudden, the pain was unbearable. I couldn’t move my legs. I couldn’t hold my pee or poop either. I was terrified. So was Mom. I felt bad that I was scaring my kids but I couldn’t stop screaming. I’m not sure how the miracle happened so I’ll let Mom tell you the rest.
A Message From T’s Mom
I rushed my sweet girl to the vet and he said she was pretty sure T had blown a disc and was going to need back surgery. That meant going to a surgeon. And that meant a big bill. My kids and I are making it but no way is a specialist a possibility.
T isn’t even six yet. She has so much life ahead of her yet. How was I going to tell my 2 and 4 year old boys that their best friend would have to be put to sleep? T has fought so hard for her life. She was there for me at my darkest moments and she needed someone to be there for her.
There you were. Strangers of such kindness and generosity. I feel like you understood my pain. Thank you for believing in T. She isn’t walking yet but she’s regained her bowel and bladder control. She can feel her feet. We are getting our beloved family member back, thanks to you! --T’s Mom
