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Left to Suffer

They found him trembling in a trash bin, wailing in agony. His swollen head suggested hydrocephalus.

Abandoned but alive, his cries demanded urgent help.

The pup’s life was at risk. A medical exam was urgent, and surgery seemed the only hope.

A Chance for Chipa

This fragile life clings to hope. I plead: let’s help him survive. I’ve named him Chipa.

At 5 a.m., I left for Kazan, seeking answers for Chipa’s condition.

An MRI was crucial, and I hoped the neurologist could provide guidance to help save his life.

A Desperate Hope

I don’t know what lies ahead, but I pray this little one was brought into the world with kindness and that our road will be paved with hope and healing.

I hold him, soothe him, and promise things will get better.

People don’t give up because times are hard. 

Holding Him Close

I cradle him, whispering comfort. I kiss his head, promising we’ll face this together.

Sleepless nights blur as I offer warmth and solace, refusing to let him face this pain alone.

Life deserves a chance. Ending his suffering might seem kind, but how can that call be made without trying everything?

Yesterday, I undertook a 500-kilometer journey to Kazan, hoping its clinic could provide the help Chipa needed.

The Doctor’s Office

I dreamed of the day he would scamper freely, chasing leaves and savoring meals. But life can shatter those visions.

I stepped into the doctor’s office with hope, but the words that followed crushed it.

A Heartbreaking Truth

I asked him repeatedly, was there truly nothing that could be done?

Each time, the doctor replied, ‘Nothing can be done,’ his words final and unchanging. Yet, I persisted, clinging to hope.

The doctor’s words echoed: ‘Nothing can be done for him.’

Chipa was in pain, his body overwhelmed. ‘It’s incurable,’ they said.

I clenched my fists, desperate for hope amidst the darkness.

Hopeless Diagnosis

‘You can’t fix what isn’t there,’ the doctor said. ‘He has no brain.’

I kept pressing him, searching for hope, but his response remained the same.

The weight of his words was suffocating, yet I refused to accept there was no way forward..

Chipa’s Struggle

Each day, fluid builds in Chipa’s head, and his body struggles more against the pain.

I left the doctor’s office, chest heavy with helplessness.

My mind replayed the hopeless diagnosis. How could I face him, unable to ease his pain?

A New Hope

Specialists in Moscow have agreed to perform life-saving surgery, offering a chance at hope and a brighter tomorrow.

The doctor explained that fluid in his skull might be halting brain development.

While uncertain, intervention could ease his suffering and offer a chance at life.

Hope and Uncertainty

The doctor said, ‘It’s not entirely hopeless. We can attempt to relieve his pain.’

The odds weren’t guaranteed, but we had to try.

There is hope amidst the uncertainty—a thread we cling to as we fight for his life.

I believe the best outcome is possible and pray we can save him.

Chipa’s Next Step

News from Moscow arrived. Tomorrow, the hospital doors would open, and Chipa would begin his surgery.

He would stay until it was complete. 

Chipa’s fragile body seeks me when he’s scared and relaxes in my arms, feeling my presence and love.

A Slim Chance

Chipa had an appointment with a neurologist with surgery being likely.

As Chipa was taken away, the room filled with uncertainty, but hope persisted.

The doctors said the situation was grim. Yet, they offered a faint possibility that things could improve.

No promises were made, but even the smallest chance can be enough.

Three Grim Options

The doctor offered three options: surgery with risks, medication for temporary relief, or euthanasia. Euthanasia wasn’t an option for Chipa.

The test results hinted at complications. ‘Blood transfusion’ loomed, but hope remained to fight for Chipa’s life.

The Warning

I was warned about the risks. The odds were slim.

Nothing prepared me for the words: ‘He might not make it through the surgery.’

They said his mind might remain ‘impaired,’ leaving me shattered and unable to control my emotions.

Chipa’s Big Day

I believe everything will work out, holding on to hope even in dark moments.

I cradled Chipa, his tiny paws trembling.

Handing him to the anesthesiologist, I kissed his paws and whispered, ‘We love you so much, Chipa.’

I forced a smile and prayed my love would give him strength.

Fighting for Survival

Tiny Chipa clung to life with all his strength.

At two months old and weighing 900 grams, the surgery had tested his limits. Despite the odds, he showed resilience in defying difficult circumstances.

Until He Stabilizes

Chipa will stay in the clinic until the doctors confirm his condition is stable.

I won’t risk his safety by bringing him home too soon.

Critical Condition

Chipa’s fever rose from 34°C to 38°C.

Tomorrow’s examinations could reveal answers or challenges in his fight for life.

Chipa needs an urgent blood transfusion to survive.

Efforts are underway to find a donor and save him.

A Heart-Stopping Call

The clinic called early, jolting me out of bed at 8 a.m. with dread.

Had Chipa’s condition worsened? Losing him felt unbearable.

In the heartbreak and uncertainty, I’ve met souls who’ve made this journey bearable.

For Chipa’s Life

A family arrived to donate blood for Chipa.

Every drop helps in the fight for his survival.

A Desperate Plea

‘Chipa was given a chance at life. He’s fighting hard to live.’

Chipa’s condition is stable, but his sodium levels keep dropping and can’t be managed at home.

Health Concerns Persist

Chipa’s condition is steady with ongoing medication and monitoring.

He recently received a blood transfusion for severe anemia, showing some improvement.

Chipa faced ongoing challenges after surgery and transfusions.

Diabetes required an endocrinologist visit. Each test felt like progress in solving the puzzle.

His body endured much, but his spirit persisted.

Around the Clock

The doctors are working to balance his sodium and chloride levels.

He remains in the clinic under constant monitoring to ensure stability.

Sudden Complications

Chip’s condition worsened with a drop in hematocrit levels and temperature to 35°C.

Doctors were concerned, suspecting a pancreatic issue, and ordered more tests as his body struggled.

Waiting for the Call

Each day feels like an eternity as I wait for the call: ‘Chip is ready to come home!’

Chipa’s body struggles daily, requiring all our strength. We hold onto hope, determined to see him through another day.