My foster dog Hank has been through a lot in his young life. He got into fights with dogs, was neglected, and found on the street limping, bleeding, and alone.
When he came to us, he was great. He was cuddly, loving, handsome, and we fell in love.
He soon quickly fell very ill and collapsed on me twice.
After many tests, vets, hospital visits, and people telling us to put him down because it was too expensive to find out what was wrong with him, Scott & I decided to take Hank under our financial and loving wing and find out what exactly was wrong with Hank and see if there was treatment available.
He was finally diagnosed with babesiosis:
The problem was that there isn't a lot of research on treating this disease. It's not a "hey take these pills and he'll be fine!" kind of sickness. Long story short, the vets at Pompton Lakes Animal Hospital respected what Scott and I were doing, had already fell in love with Hank, and decided to do whatever it took to give him a chance at life.
The vet texted me these photos today saying Hank is doing great and reacting great to treatment. Thank you God, thank you vets, thank you Scott, and thank you Hank. Please keep sending positive vibes & prayers for this boy.