Save Alaska’s Life.

Hello to everyone who knows our family, and even to those who don’t. But if you know us, you know Alaska is apart of that family. If you could have a dog as your soulmate I’d swear on the gods that she was mine. But unfortunately I can’t help her this time, not alone. She has developed a life threatening infection called pyometra, and without surgery she won’t survive. I’m choking those words out. Wont survive. I cannot breathe at the thought of it. 

From the moment I picked Alaska up from a shit hole in NY, I knew she needed me and god, I didn’t know it yet, but I needed her. Alivia was pissed, she hated her at the start honestly. So did August. But I brought her home, I washed her up, treated her wounds, and started the journey of earning her trust. Her love. And it didn’t take long. She was attached to my hip everywhere. While august ran off distracted or zoomed through fields, Alaska stayed by my side. Always awaiting for me to tell her “it’s okay”. She didn’t leave my side long except for the countless times she ran off with August. I believed it was because of her bearding instinct she always took off after her or the other dogs. The one time in specific she was lost for days, almost a week. Unfortunately me and Alivia had just moved around again, and I don’t think she could remember her way home. I was a wreck. Even Alivia was distraught, we panicked, putting flyers everywhere. Driving hours and hours around towns and backroads. Calling her name, leaving out food. Setting up cameras to see if she’d come back in the night. I remember the way my heart pounded when we got a call that she was spotted near a Christmas tree field. Kyler was with me at the time, we rushed. I took off running through fields calling out to her, but instead she went to Kyler. As much as he says he ‘hates’ her. She chose Kyler that day too. She chooses us everyday. Sitting outside our door, Finnick's doors. Maybe all this doesn’t matter to you, but she matters to me. Us. She’s strong, resilient, obedient, and loyal. She protects us, and our cat Ellewood is her best friend. Even now with her being sick, he even hasn’t left her side. I can’t breathe thinking about a life without her. I wanted her to grow up with Finnick. I wanted her at my wedding one day. I want to take her on our family vacations when Finnick is older. I wish I could take back every curse I said about her as I swept up tumble weeds of hair. Every complaint I had when I’d wake up with her breathing down my throat with her awful AWFUL, breathe. If I could go back I’d stay at the park just a little longer, feed her just one more extra French fry, bought her one more stuffed animal for her to snuggle with. And again. Maybe this means nothing to you, I don’t ask for pity, I hate even doing this. 
But I so desperately want to keep my dog alive. MY dog. OUR dog. She is not just a pet. She is family. I wish we could do this on our own, but we can’t.

If you find anything in your heart to compel you to help her, to help us, I can’t even begin to scream in my gratitude. Everything. Every cent, matters. And if you do so donate, thank you so much in advance. Again, you’ll never know what it means to us. 

I’ll be consistently posting updates, I’ll post every medical bill, I’ll be extremely transparent about how you’re helping her.