Stepping on my baby was one of the worst days of my life… He’s just a puppy and he has so much life left to live. You kind folks who donate are saving my Turbo, my kids and me.
Hi! I’m Turbo. I’m small (2 pounds to be exact) but I’m mighty. I’m a very busy puppy. Even though I’m only 12 weeks old, everyone in my family depends on me.
My 7-year-old human brother has a hard time focusing on just one thing. But he’ll slow down to pay attention to me.
My 11-year-old sister is only happy when I’m plastered to her side (and usually we’re snuggling). Oh ya, and we have our own special language. Only we know what our growls back and forth mean.
My mom needs me to pull her out of her sad place. Sometimes I don’t think she’d get out of bed if she didn’t need to take me out to pee. And once she’s up, I make sure to take her my purple mouse, It’s my favorite toy. When I present her with it, it makes her all happy. Just like it does for me.
See mom has had it rough lately. I heard her on the phone talking about how much she misses her grandparents. They raised her and they both died a little while ago.
She also had to leave her job and home and move to Dayton cuz someone was hurting her. But now she has me and I’ll help her feel safe.
This thing happened that really scared us ALL. Mom lost her balance and fell backwards. When she did she stepped on me and we all heard a pop. I started crying. I knew she felt terrible, but I couldn’t help it. It hurt so bad!
She rushed me to the lady in the white coat who put me on a cold table with this machine pointing at my leg. Then they put this big, bulky thing on my leg. Then there was talk of surgery and pins in my leg. And then mom started crying hard and saying she didn’t want me to lose my leg because of her mistake and not having the money to fix it.
But now thanks to these people who give money so that pups like me can get fixed up and stay in families like ours, I’m getting what I need. Soon I’ll be back to racing around making everybody smile and feel loved again.
Stepping on my baby was one of the worst days of my life. Yes, he’s my baby. I got him out of a terrible situation when he was only 5 weeks old and syringe fed him back to health. I couldn’t feel more bonded to him. But how was I going to get him the help he so desperately needed? He’s just a puppy and he has so much life left to live. You kind folks who donate are saving my Turbo, my kids and me.
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.