Let me introduce you to my sweet baby boy Malaki. Malaki was a rescue dog. He was rescued from a dog breeder that bread dogs for pit bull fighting rings. I met Malaki on a sunny summer day, while I was mowing the lawn at a friends house. I heard a whimpering through the stockade fence, and to my surprise a little white puppy head was sticking out of a hole in the fence. He was very skinny, dirty, and bloated, and it was more the apparent what was going on at that raggedy house on the east side of flint, mi. I knew those dogs in the fence were breed for fighting, and if I wouldn't have rescued Mally that day, he most certainly would be dead by now. The dog owner grudgingly sold me the dirty, half starved puppy. "The dogs worth more as a bait dog, than a family pet", said the wretched man. Unfortunately, becasue of the over breeding of the mother, the poor living conditions, and lack of medical attention as a young puppy, Malaki's health would surely suffer someday.
Than, last fall on Sep 25th, 2015, Mally fell sick. I noticed he was laying down all day and then started to not keep everything down. His general state of health kept getting worse, not at a fast rate, and I was still thinking I could get him better on my own. Than things turned from bad to worse, and after staying up all night, hand feeding him water with a spoon, reality set in, and I knew he wasn't going to snap out of it. It was on Oct 5th me and my boyfriend took Mally to the vets at around 8pm. At the vets, countless tests were done and at tis point, they couldn't rule anything out. They said it would be best if they kept him over night, and they weren't sure if he would even make it through the night. As my eyes filled with tears, I squeezed Mally like it was the last time I might ever see him. It was so hard to leave him there, not knowing what the outcome would be, but i knew it was for the best. I kissed his head and held his paw as i told him "mommy would make it all better".
The next day was my birthday. I drove over an hour to get to Mally. When I got there, the docs brought him out. He was so skinny and lifeless. I layed there on the floor with my dog, I was crying uncontrollably. I remember telling him i was sorry for everything., and that I was so sorry he wasn't feeling good. The doctor came in and gave me horrible news. He said that Mally had developed Genetic Renal Kidney Failure. THe doctor also said, that even with treatment he wouldn't live past six months. I asked the doctor if it would be the humane thing to put him down? He said that they would do everything they could, but if nothing works then yes I would have to put him to sleep. My heart broke into a million pieces. I sank to the floor, body started to shake. My thoughts returned back to that day that I rescued him from the monsters of the Urban Pit Bull Underground fighters, I knew the past had finally creeped up me and on Malaki. The docs had already put a toe tag on my poor baby boy, how was I going to live without my Malaki? I left Mally once again, kissing his head reassuring him everything would be alright, and to please keep up the fight, and that loved him so much!
In the days ahead, he was not showing any signs of improvement. The docs were giving up, but not me!! i told them to keep him on that IV for as along as it takes! He was than put on a feeding tube. He hadn't ate anything solid in almost two weeks. He was so skinny, they had to get his strength up if he was going to continue to fight. I did everything i could. I was working as much as I could. I prayed myself sick!! I flooded Facebook with prayers for Mally!! I hastaged #prayersformally for the next few days!! Then on the fifth day, Mally was showing signs of improvement!!! When I walked into the room where he was being kept, I see him standing up on his own! OMG! I can't tell you the feeling I felt at that moment. The power of prayer had worked, and I was flooded with emotions of hope and cheer! Mally stayed in the hospital for the next two weeks, and showed improvements daily.
Upon returning home, he seemed to be healthy again. His illness seemed a nightmare from the past. He still had to be on medication, a daily subQ fliuds, and special dog food, but he seemed to regain all and then some, of his former rambunctious self. I am not under any illusions. I know his time here with me is running out. His days are numbered, but right now he is happy, not suffering, and he is my best friend! I have recently lost hours at work. Business is slow, and I have fallen behind in the vet bills. If I cant keep up with the payments, I wont be able to take him back if or when I need to. I am not asking for help for the rest of Mally's life, I just need a catch up. I have run out of medicine and dog food. If everyone that reads this, would only donate $1.00, it would make such a big difference. You might think that a dollar isn't enough or it wont make a difference, but I assure it will make a difference, it does matter! I will keep all up to date on Mally's progress if you want to be updated. Thank you for reading, and thatnk you in advance.