This is not for sympathy, it is to vent my feelings. I have a dog named Kizmitt, she got her name because of the way I ended up with her. She was in a room in a cage. I didn't really look at her when I was at the pound, I walked by. She broke out of her cage and got out of that closed room and came out in the main kennel and sat down right next to me facing the same way I was. I knew then I had to take her home. When I got her home she got very sick the next day. She had pneumonia and I nursed her back to health, only thing she would eat was macaroni and cheese. We developed a special and very strong bond. When I got home from work yesterday she couldn't use her one back leg. I couldn't find an injury so figured she pulled a muscle. This morning she can barely stand and collapsed twice. Took her to the vet and she has a low temperature and is very anemic and test positive for lime disease. I am treating the lime disease but the vet tells me the anemia probably isn't from the lime disease. I can't afford the $3,000 + for a transfusion so I brought her home to treat her for lime disease and hope for the best that I fear will not be. She will probably pass away. Her Xrays and blood work were OK except for what I mentioned, no tumors or bleeding. She does not seem to be in any pain and I bought her a cheese burger and macaroni and cheese on the way home. I am going to make her as comfy as I can and show her extra love. I am in tears, it is like losing a child to me. I know the proper spelling is kismet and that means fate or meant to be and thus her name after she adopted me. She will leave an enormous hole in my heart and my life.
