Rusty's Recovery

Hello, everyone. Rusty here. I know, I look a little pitiful right now, but that’s OK. We all have to start somewhere on our road to recovery and this is my point. With that said, here’s how I got to this point …

My daddy, Mike, loved me very much. He took great care of me (they have the vet records to prove it), especially after I started having seizures. But then my daddy got sick, too. So sick that he wasn’t able to take care of me anymore, and I ended up outside … a lot. The people taking care of him didn’t always have time to take care of me, so … I ended up with this nasty skin condition. Please, don’t blame anyone. Things happen.

Flash forward a bit … My daddy did not get to take his road to recovery like me. He took another one, something about a highway to heaven? :(

All I know is a lot of good human samaritans stepped in to help me and, through various channels, brought me to this place called Georgia Jack Russell Rescue. Well, actually, I haven’t been to the ranch just yet, but I’m currently at “the hospital” where all dogs with special needs are supposed to stop first, 

Right now? I’m undergoing laser therapy to help with my skin condition. It’s helped my predecessors with their hip/leg/back issues and it’s supposed to do wonders for my skin diseases, too. I hear it already has, i.e. my skin has gone from “purple red to pink.” I’m assuming that’s a good thing. They’ve also tested me again for diabetes, which is doesn’t appear I have, but I do definitely have seizures, so now they’re searching for that culprit as well.

As you might expect, the vet bills are adding up. Also, as you might know, these people will do anything and everything to help special-needs dogs like me become the best we can be. So, they'll fix me first, ask for financial forgiveness last.

If you have a couple of bucks, we would appreciate it. And like all the boys and girls before me, we will make sure to be “transparent”  and show you exactly where every dollar you spend goes … and how great I will become.