#vet tw

[lisalindtstillons]

Bird update. No answers.

Going back next week for blood tests and x-rays. Taking blood and going under general anesthesia can be really risky for little guys, so still lots to be nervous about.

But for a week I’m just going to try to keep him as happy as possible. Which starts with fireworks all night, yay /s

[mayfriend]

URGENT: Pregnant mother and her four children in Gaza are burned and without shelter (verified)

Samira (@samiraayman5, @samira-family) is a pregnant mother with four children -- she and her children were sleeping rough after being displaced from their home in North Gaza multiple times, and when she finally managed to raise enough money to buy a tent for them to sleep in, it was burned by the occupation in a bombing of Al-Aqsa Hospital where they were sheltering, and so were her children.

Now Samira and her family are once again without shelter as winter approaches and the temperature is dropping, and her children also need burn medicine, which is approximately $400 due to scarcity, an expense that is on top of the exorbitant cost of food, and the money required to get another tent, as they're currently having to sleep on the hard ground.

Samira is afraid she will give birth not in hospital, or even in a tent, but on the dirty ground: this is extremely dangerous not just because of how unhygienic it is, but because of the serious diseases that are rampant in the Gaza Strip - including Hepatitis C - and Samira's anaemia and asthma, conditions caused by the displacement and suffering of the past year.

At the time of writing (4th November 2024), Samira has raised $2,959 USD out of her current goal of $20,000 USD.

The $400 for the burn medicine is needed URGENTLY so her children can heal from their injuries and avoid infection, as is the money for a tent so Samira does not have to give birth on the ground without even a mattress or tarp - tents in Gaza are currently selling for hundreds of USD, so realistically Samira needs to raise at least $1000 USD as quickly as possible.

If you can give anything to help Samira provide for her children and see to their basic needs, please donate to her gofundme (link: https://gofund.me/18a035a1 verification by @90-ghost) -- she is in great need, like so many others, and has nowhere else to turn.

[myceliacrochet]

CW sui ideation

Please reblog if you answer, tysm🩷

My Pali Pen Pal, #1: "Please Don't Kill Yourself"

This is the first post in a series showing messages between my friend Manal @manal-ghorab99 and I. This one is some recent messages from me to her, and the next one will be some messages back.

How is it that Manal is there for me when she is the one actually going through genocide?

Where does that incredible compassion come from when she herself can barely move?

Manal, please don't die. We will hold you up -- steadily, this whole winter.

Come on, let's hold up a person whose hope is gritty, it is tough, it is broken and bloody, and it will prevail.

Things have gotten so much worse since this photo was taken.

But together, we WILL carry our friend and her four children through this hellish winter -- and help them make it to a future of relief.

Vetting: GazaVetters #184, the Butterfly Effect Project #1117

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[gillipop-plus]

you're a cat which means you're crepusculal. this means you sleep more while hoomans are having their third meal, so you get two meals that are big instead. if you think you're being mistreated, i recommend talking to your vet via text.

hay googles. how get more snaks?

[genericpuff]

Remembrance Day doesn't hit so well a week after half the U.S. voted in a literal Nazi.

[strangecowplant]

please help me pay my kitties emergency vet bill!

ive never done this before but one of my cats just had to get an extremely sudden emergency procedure and i don't know what to do, my vet and i have reached out to a couple incredible programs here to help with the bill but one is less than half and the other hasn't replied back yet, i've already declined the blood work (CA$356) to lower the bill at the risk of possible underlying liver and kidney issues not being found but its still a monumental amount for us right now. i just feel so helpless

we had enough to pay the minimum deposit to get the procedure started in time thankfully, but we were already scraping by as it is and now we're in desperate need of funds to eat/pay rent/pay off any remainder of the bill. i am disabled without aid and have been unable to work/haven't worked since 2015 but am on track to hopefully start working pt this fall. i live with my mom who has 3-4 jobs including one seasonal job which needless to say is stressful and wearing her down. we unfortunately are stuck in the most expensive place to live in canada with the inability to save up to flee so the cycle is never ending.

this is Teddy, my typically very silly vocal happy boy who's not quite 2 yet, my comfort king, my little muffin who acts like a weighted blanket for me at night and eases my anxiety, his favourite toy is his pink unicorn poof, he loves car rides and he can shake paw!

he got a sudden urinary blockage last night with no straight answer as to why and progressively got worse as the night went on, i didnt sleep at all, i was panicking and bawling, naturally, and raced to the vet to get in as soon as the door opened. i assumed it was a uti which wouldn't have been as costly, but it turned out to be much more severe and life threatening. i never expected my usually extremely healthy boy to suddenly be at risk of that and im still trying to just process whats been happening

he needed to be sedated and given a catheter and some medication, the total bill came to CA$985.62, of which we were barely able to pay 500 of, and one program was able to donate 300 leaving a total of CA$185.62 for the bill. this, of course, leaves us scrambling for food and rent as well

i know there are a lot of fundraisers out there needing donations right now, and i really hate letting myself be so open and raw like this but even a dollar would help tremendously and i would be forever grateful for any help whatsoever, even a rb to signal boost is greatly appreciated <3

TLDR; my cat had a sudden life threatening issue and now we can't pay the full vet bill or pay for food/rent

Paypal

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Okay, as an animal lover myself I Need to get serious. Heads up, because we will be discussing losing a pet.

I was asked to make a campaign post for @asmaayyad2, like many families in Gaza, hers and her family's lives have been upended by the war.

Their GoFundMe describes how they fled to the south, all 8 of them and their beloved Cat, who sadly passed away due to lack of resources.

Timur, was a dear companion to this family. Just as my cats, and all my animals are to me. My heart hurts that he couldn't be saved, but it's not too late to save Asma and her family.

Please, consider donating at the campaign that can be found through the link below.

They are about 61% to their goal.

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@genderdog

[kieren-fucking-walker]

Hi everyone,

For those of you who don't know, my darling cat Sage was diagnosed with lymphoma last week, by Sunday he couldn't walk by himself and wasn't eating and so we made the decision to have him put to sleep. He passed peacefully at home in my arms, and is now buried with his sister who died last November. I miss them both, and his absence is really hard to get used to.

I was already off work with my mental health so not getting full pay, and due to the time it took us to work out what was wrong with him, the diagnostic tests, medication, and ultimately having him put to sleep I've spent just over £1200 in vets fees. Because of his age and pre-existing illnesses his insurance won't cover it, and while I'm doing my best to negotiate with them I don't think I'm going to get anything out of it.

If you are able and would like to help with vets fees, then we'd be very grateful, my PayPal is here and my ko-fi is here.

It isn't as time sensitive as my previous, especially now he's passed and failure to pay won't harm him, but I need to take care of my own disability needs too and not being at work on full pay leaves me in a worse situation than I otherwise would be in, so any help (only if you are able and willing) is greatly appreciated.

Thank you for reading, I'm sorry the news isn't happier, and any love sent our way will definitely be felt 💜

[fatickono]

recently i have been messaged by @hyamshhfamely asking to share her campaign. she and her family need €60,000 total, but currently have a temporary goal for the end of the week to have €6,500 which they need urgently for food, clothes, and other necessities for 6 people. they have €5,961 raised as of this post, they just need €539 to reach €6,500.

please share and donate if you can! it was shown to be vetted in this post

[megpricephotography]

Today, I had to go to the vets & collect new meds for Flynn. I was asked to sign a form before paying . Why? Cause Flynn's a special dog, who now has to take CAT medicine!! (Hideously expensive cat medicine - although, to be fair, for little kitty-cats it'd last 3+ months, for Flynn more like 3-4 weeks!)

The health issue Flynn has is actually more common in felines than canines (For those who've not seen my prev posts - Flynn only has one kidney. Unfortunately, his kidney has become increasingly "leaky". As a result, Flynn's now losing significant amounts of protein in his pee & that's not good at all for a few reasons). Currently, there's only 1 type of medication (Fortekor) licensed to treat the problem in dogs. Flynn tried that in Dec & it appeared to make him feel unwell & didn't seem very effective. Semintra is only licensed for use in cats but can be prescribed off label for dogs. It's a good job Flynn can't read cause he's scared of cats & he'd be none too pleased to know he's taking stuff meant for them!

Recent research on dogs shows Selmintra may actually be the most effective treatment option - better than the more commonly used Fortekor. However, very rarely, it can have scary side-effects - in cats & dogs. Vet & I feel potential benefits outweigh the risks at this point but I am nervous & will remain so until we go for a check-up, including lab work, in 2 weeks (end of Jan).

Anyway, please think good thoughts for dear Flynnie... I can't deny, I'm pretty worried about him. In himself, he thankfully seems to be feeling mostly OK for now but we need to get a handle on his condition as soon as possible.

[rhymeswithfart]

I'm trying something new. Since you're here, check this out:

Please read @ shahdgazas-blog 's story and share. They are a family trying to survive in Gaza; one member is a 14 year old girl with autism and kidney failure, who needs special treatment.

This is a vetted fundraiser and is low on funds, ($1,653/$20,000). more info under cut.

"I am the mother of a family consisting of 8 people. I have a little girl who is 14 years old, her name is Farah. Help her to escape from death. She suffers from kidney failure and autism. She is a person with special needs. She has a motor and mental disability. I ask you to contribute to alleviating my suffering. Have a good night’s sleep, as she does not know how to sleep. I live in Palestine. In Gaza City, amidst the horrors of destruction and hunger that are tearing us apart, and the mysterious and terrifying anxiety, there is a lot of sadness and pain in my country, and fear restricts our thoughts every hour. We wonder: Will we die? Will we live? Will my child die from her chronic illness? Are we all going to die? We are truly suffering. Winter will come, and I will not have a shelter to protect my family.

I hope to live a decent life and enjoy support and help. The inevitable death befalls me, my family, and my little girl every time and day. She needs permanent treatment, medicines, detergents, diapers, and special food. Kidney disease is a chronic disease to escape dialysis. I have no ability to buy her needs. I am tormented by staying in the hospital permanently. The kidneys evade potassium and air. A dangerous element that leads to death and cardiac arrest.

I have been living with an early awarenesssince her birth of the inevitability of death from this disease, accompanied by the fear of waking up to losing her and losing her life. My little girl is certain that she is heading towards death in the absence of treatment possibilities and the availability of her requirements and that the expected end of her illness journey. I ask God for everyone who helps me not to complain of pain. Sickness, you do not know it. When sickness visits you, the world becomes smaller before your eyes, and all your wishes become insignificant in the face of health, and to see your child playing and enjoying good health. I am looking for someone to help me to alleviate the painful reality. We are suffering from my heartbreak for my sick child. She is lost before my eyes, and my homeland is devastated.

The goal I want: Protect my children from harm and save my little girl from illness and live to the shore."

This campaign is donation protected. Please share and donate if you are able!

[tetzoro]

getting called out by my boss for not being ‘my usual cheery self’ at work when she knows full on why i’m upset

[leoandreeda]

Please, help me save my Rudy.

This is my pet, Rudy. She got hit by a bus a couple days ago and needs tests and surgeries that are too expensive for me and my family alone.

This was Rudy yesterday. She's awake and may look alright but all the problems she has are on the inside.

We can't have her home (she needs surgeries) and she hasn't been able to sleep without the meds unless we visit her. She even fell asleep in my mom's hand.

Please help us with anything. I'll be eternally grateful.

Shares are very appreciated too.

There's more info in the link down here:

Please, help me save my Rudy.

[wolfsteax]

Help Covering Smokey's Vet + Post-Death Bills

Hey, everyone. I hate having to make a post like this, but we could use some help covering all of the vet + post death care Smokey needed. We had to pay about 1K in the span of a week and it took a toll on us.

If you prefer to help and get something in return, I'm accepting commissions for October completion. Pricing can be found on my pinned post.

Any help truly is appreciated as this was a very unforeseen loss.

[soullessseraphim]

he's upset, give him a hug :((

[swifty-fox]

What Comes After

blacked out. wrote 1.7k fic for @bcolfanfic's Young vets AU.

Fanfic/Sequel of

Tw for aftermath of a suicide attempt and all that may entail

Nobody tells you what to do in the hours after your husband tries to take his life. Nobody says you’re going to be angry.

Nobody tells Gale how much he’ll have to pay for gas to the only Hospital for miles, seven hours tailing the red ominous lights of an ambulance there seven hours back all alone for the first time in a long while (one-hundred-twenty-seven dollars and fifty-three cents).

There’s nobody to tell him how to smile at his husband as he’s led away in a stunned daze. Does he smile at all? Small and painful and fake? 

And who can he ask what to do as he comes home to a now empty home, dawn well past finished and a hole the size of a man's life in the wall. A hole, no bigger than a nickel and just perfectly at eye level. The difference between a happy ending and a tragedy; the scales tipped kindly in his favor this time. 

You never wrestle for a gun. That’s the easiest way to get your own damn self shot.

A coin flip. Heads for John, Tails for Gale. 

“Guess the quarter got stuck in a crack.” he mutters. He knows his thought patterns aren’t quite clear, confused and weighed down by exhaustion and shock. 

Somewhere an animal is in pain. It gasps raggedly; sharp and raw. Someone should put that animal out of its misery, nothing deserved to be driven to sounds like that. Gale knows he is that animal. He swipes at his suddenly-tear soaked cheeks with a rough palm and sits down on the floor hard. 

His phone is in his hand, it’s first instinct to want to call John, hear his teasing voice (it hadn’t been teasing in a long time Gale Cleven don’t you lie). Bucky wouldn’t answer. He knew it would be a day or two before he would get an update on his husband. Not until observation was over, until paperwork was filed and permission was given. The nurse had explained it all through the ringing in Gale’s ears.

“Curt.” Buck says, shocked by the steadiness in his voice even as more tears trail their acidic way down his face. 

“Hey Buck, y’just caught me on break what’s up?” The familiar voice, clipping all it’s ‘T’s  away to nothingness devastates Gale. He lets out a sob with all the violence of vomiting.

“Gale?” 

“Ah fuck Curt, John had a gun.” Gale moans, covering his eyes and trying to breathe. The gun, now tossed carelessly on their bed like a stray shirt. 

Nobody tells him how to inform their friends of what has happened.

“What.” Curts voice is so strangled, so tiny that Gale realizes his fatal error immediately. 

“He’s okay. He’s okay Curt the gun- it went into the wall. He’s at a hospital right now. He’s where he needs to be.” 

Gale had heard that phrase a lot; spoken by people trying to reassure themselves that their loved ones would come home whole and healed. Now he was one of those people whispering the phrase with false confidence.

John needed to be Home. 

Curt devolves into a mess of swearing, punctuated with a passionate “Fffffucking VA!”

“I woke up and he wasn’t next to me. I thought maybe he had gotten out somehow, past the alarms. I’d already gotten my gun out of the house Curt I didn’t think-”

There's muffled voices on the other line, Curt talking to someone else, “- No I’m sick can’t you see? Gotta go Sean sorry. Fuck the client pardon my fucking french I gotta family emergency.” A car door slams, the sound of keys in an ignition. “You didn’t know Buck. It’s not your fault you did exactly what ya should’ve.”

“He had the gun to his chin,” Gale says numbly. 

Is there anyone to tell him how to get that single heart-stopping image out from behind his eyelids? He saw it every time he closed his eyes. 

“Fuck, Gale.” Curt exhales. “He’s okay?” so vulnerable, so sad, needing to double check just in case. 

“He’s in fucking psych ward. I can’t even call him.” 

“Yeah dumb question.” A pause where Gale just tries to breathe, looks up at that hole in the wall. It could be a woodpecker's hole on any tree outside. It was in his home and smelled faintly of gunpowder and terror. “I’m looking up plane tickets right now.” 

“Y’don’t have t-”

“G’fuck yourself, I’m coming.” 

Gale has no strength to argue, he’s got nothing left, really. 

“I almost lost him, Curt.”

“But you didn’t.” Curt still sounds stressed and Gale feels a twinge of guilt for ruining the guy's day just because he wasn’t able to help his own partner. “You did everything right. And you’re going to go to bed, then you’re going to wake up and I’mma be there. And we’ll deal with things together.”

“Together,” he echoes. 

“Get some sleep Buck. I’ll send you a text when my flight lands.” Curt orders before hanging up.

The thought of going into the bedroom; to the bed he shared with John. To have to see that fucking gun again. 

Nobody tells him how to handle that.

Gale falls asleep on the couch instead. 

-*~*-

When he awakes it’s night again and he feels such a violent sense of deja-vu that he has to do a walk-through of the whole house just to make sure that saving John hadn’t actually been a dream. That his body wasn’t lying somewhere with horrifying finality. 

Nobody tells you that maybe your husband's trauma-based decisions might cause a little trauma themselves.

Even though he knows there will be nothing - John's phone kept safely in a plastic bag along with the rest of his personal effects- Gale checks their messages first. Scans them for any sign, any slip that he may have missed that told him what Bucky was planning. ‘Love You’s’ and ‘Be Home Soons’ and ‘Get There Safes’. Bucky had been struggling, but he hadn’t seemed quite that bad yet.

Or maybe Gale just hadn’t wanted to see it. 

There’s a text from Curt showing his seven hour direct flight was only a half hour from landing. 

Exhaustion still claws at Gale as he shuffles out to the truck, clothes rumbled and sweaty from sleep, from stress; from wrestling a fucking firearm from a man determined to end his life and Gale’s in the same action. The truck is too silent. John usually sat to his right, hand on his thigh or the back of his neck; always touching Gale in a way the blonde allowed no other man to do.

He has to pull over to stop himself from hyperventilating.

When he pulls into the pick-up zone at the Airport it’s nearly deserted aside from a short familiar man in a windbreaker and military boots. 

Curt takes one look at his pale face and walks around the nose of the car to the driver's side.

“Budge over.” He says, opening the door and waving an impatient hand at Gale. 

Gale didn’t think he could, felt like his hands were glued to the smooth leather of the wheel. Just twenty-four hours ago he’d driven Bucky to the hospital in this car. He wondered at how quickly he’d gone from seeing the next steps so clearly in front of him to having to remember how to even speak. He was a puppet, his strings cut the moment John had entered the doors of the hospital. Through security guard checkpoints and metal detectors and locked doors. It was like being back in the desert with that level of protective diligence; or perhaps a prison

That can’t be very good for Bucky.

Nobody told him it might have been a good idea to inform the hospital why sometimes the glint of metal in the light made John do a double take.

When Gale still hasn’t moved, Curt lets out a tender sigh and unclips Gale’s seatbelt for him like the other man is a child.

“Come on Cleven, scoot on down the line.” He says gently, gives him a light push.

This is enough for him to move his wooden limbs, shuffle awkwardly over the center console and collapse gracelessly into the passenger seat. Curt hauls himself into the truck with an awkward grunt. He takes a second to maneuver his leg, move the seat upwards and the wheel down, and adjust the mirrors.

Gale sits there, opening and closing his hands. John had sat here last. Cried here not because he was alive and safe like Gale had cried; but for the opposite. 

Nobody told him how to sit in a puddle of his husband’s shed grief. 

“Here,” Curt tosses his phone into Gales lap. “Text Kenny for me will ya? Tell him I got y- got  here safe” 

“Does he know?” 

Curt pulls out of the airport, opens a window and leans his arm out as if he could air out the stuffy melancholy of the truck. “He asked where I was going. I didn’t-”

“John’s gonna hate it.” Gale mumbles “He won’t want anyone to know.” 

“Yeah, well, if he didn’t want people to know, maybe he shoulda woken you up. Shoulda called m-” Curt cuts himself off, presses sturdy boxer’s fingers to his mouth. “Fucking VA.” he curses again.

“Fucking VA.” Gale agrees. And it feels a little good. 

-*~*-

When they arrive back at the house It’s Curt that leads them inside. Curt, who picks up the gun, carefully disassembles it and puts it safely in the lock-box to be gotten rid of later. Curt who makes them a simple dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

They stand at the counter, eating silently. Gale feels wired and too awake, his sleep schedule beyond to fucked. 

He’d have to call out of work tomorrow. Maybe take a short leave. How could he even pretend to be okay for the kids?

“This is- In here right?” Curt’s eyes are jumping around the dark room, searching searching. 

Nobody tells you the shame that curls in one's belly when you have to show your best friend the bullet hole that nearly ruined all their lives. 

Curt puts his hands on his hips, bread crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth and brow furrowed. Neither of them say much for a long time. Curt surveying and Gale staring a little blankly and replaying the sound of the gunshot over and over in his head.

“Well,” Curt finally drawls, “That’s an easy fix. You got any spackle?” he turns and smiles at Gale, crooked and reassuring, 

Gale thinks he’d like to tell someone about this part. The part where people show up for you.