03/07/2025
Its ironic that this post came up on my timeline because this is the day my rescue is closed forever.
It finally happened. Parvo. Steve has parvo.
He has been hospitalized since Saturday and we are losing this fight. Steve is more than likely going to die no matter what we do.
And my rescue can never take in another baby in need. No matter how much I bleach the area hes been in, no matter how much I disinfect my home and our linens and the kennels and bowls and toys, there is no guarantee I will eradicate it and any other creature that came here would be at risk. Even though he has never been near my neonate area, it doesn't even matter. Parvo is too hard to kill.
Except it managed to kill my rescue. And it will kill Steve too.
So that's it. My life's purpose. My passion. The thing that makes me feel like I'm truly doing my tiny little piece of good, gone. Forever.
Im sorry I couldn't do more, save more, be here forever.
Please say a little something for Steve. Im throwing everything at this hoping to F**K that literally anything sticks. Im $10k into his fight and im not fu***ng giving up until he tells me he needs me to.