Can I create a Go Fund Me for my dog?
Sept 17, 2015 9:01:03 GMT -5
Post by judyblume14 on Sept 17, 2015 9:01:03 GMT -5
My parents lived next to a vet. One night, a teenager hit a kitten with her car. She rang my parents' doorbell, assuming they owned the vet's office. When she found out they didn't, she was just going to leave the kitty in the middle of the fucking road.
At the time, I was not yet a crazy cat lady (hell, I wasn't even really a fan of animals, period).
But i scooped that stupid kitty up, and took him to an animal hospital. When I got there, they asked if I would take financial responsibility for the cat. So, like any 22-year-old would do, I called my dad to make my decision for me. He said "no, you will not, this is not your cat, you don't even like cats, and you do not have money for this because you are in the process of buying a fucking condo"
So I told them no. But as I was leaving, they asked me what the cat's name was. I said I didn't know, it was a stray. And they wouldn't let me leave it without giving it a name (I now realize this was a ploy, damnit).
Obviously, once I named the damn thing, I couldn't just walk away. So I put $4,000 worth of surgery and aftercare on my credit card and every penny of my internship paychecks that summer that didn't go to closing costs or my mortgage went to paying it off.
The cat ended up being cool as shit. When I got home from work, it would jump up on the arm of the couch and literally wrap its damn paws around me to hug me.
Sorry, the world does not, in fact revolve around me. I really really hope things go well for your little pup!!!
At the time, I was not yet a crazy cat lady (hell, I wasn't even really a fan of animals, period).
But i scooped that stupid kitty up, and took him to an animal hospital. When I got there, they asked if I would take financial responsibility for the cat. So, like any 22-year-old would do, I called my dad to make my decision for me. He said "no, you will not, this is not your cat, you don't even like cats, and you do not have money for this because you are in the process of buying a fucking condo"
So I told them no. But as I was leaving, they asked me what the cat's name was. I said I didn't know, it was a stray. And they wouldn't let me leave it without giving it a name (I now realize this was a ploy, damnit).
Obviously, once I named the damn thing, I couldn't just walk away. So I put $4,000 worth of surgery and aftercare on my credit card and every penny of my internship paychecks that summer that didn't go to closing costs or my mortgage went to paying it off.
The cat ended up being cool as shit. When I got home from work, it would jump up on the arm of the couch and literally wrap its damn paws around me to hug me.
Sorry, the world does not, in fact revolve around me. I really really hope things go well for your little pup!!!