Dear millionaires,

I bit off more then i could chew and need hslp.

Taking care of these cats has made it impossoble for me to save money to do anything else like pay my bills or save money to start my business.

I am drowning in a sea of hopelessness.

I need to start my business but cannot since I spend $100 to $140 a day to feed just them.

To be totally honest with you I’ve had to resort to doing some things I would not normally do in order to feed. Them.

Help me please.

Currently have about 30 adults and 40 kittens.

The county animal people make it impossible for me to get any help from them. They refuse to come get any of them.

I need about $100,000 to get my business started.  If i could get help with these animals I could save that 140 a day and have that 100,000 in 2  years.

I just feel like nothing good is ever going to happen for me. I’m always going to be struggling to fulfill my dreams. I have never gotten help from anyone.

Always did everything myself.  I’m just ready to give up. Walk out my front door, grab me a shopping cart and become a crazy homeless lady.

Please donate to:

paypal.me/DBailey775

I am owned by an adorable 3 year old Italian Greyhound named Ruger. Ruger, unfortunately broke his leg a few weeks ago, on a Friday night. Leg breaks are quite common with this breed of dogs, but in over 20 years of owning Italian Greyhounds, I had never had one break it’s leg. My husband and I brought Ruger to the Emergency Vet at Cornell University. We paid them to stableize and cast his leg, then took him home with meds to keep him calm and pain free for the rest of the weekend. On the following Monday, I called Dr. Brown, a vet who specializes in Italian Greyhound leg breaks, and made Ruger an appointment for Tuesday morning. We drove the 9 hours to West Virginia to get Ruger the best possible care. Ruger had surgery the following day and a plate specifically made for tiny Italian Greyhound legs was placed to repair the break. He remains with Dr. Brown for his critical healing for four weeks. We will make the 9 hour trip again next week to pick Ruger up for the remainder of his recovery at home. We will then follow up with Ruger’s own vet here in NY.  This has been a difficult expense beings that my husband and I are retired. Thank you in advance for any and all help. @usps047 is my Cashapp

 

I am asking for help for dogfood and supplies for Lone Dog Rescue. I have been running my rescue for over 25 years and we never have to ask but now we are critical due to health issues. I am looking to raise $2400 to cover the rescue for the next 6 months until our funds come back in. I am on hold right now taking in any dogs until I get back on track. Lives will be lost. I get my dogs from high kill shelters on death row. I have never asked before, but we are in major need at this time. My PayPal address is machonestable@yahoo.com   for direct help. Also, if someone wanted to mail us food and supplies are address is 7399w brown rd. Manistique Michigan 49854 please any donation will save a life. Thank you so much in advance.

It’s hard to ask for money from strangers. I feel embarrassed for some reason. But I can endure it when I think of who I’m doing this for.

Approximately four months ago, I found out about a situation that had been going on in my apartment complex.

A stray cat was being feed secretly. She was so calm and so unbelievably cute. For a long time I assumed she belonged to someone in the complex. But turns out no one wanted to claim her because management has a deposit of $500 for any pets plus an additional $50 on rent. Still, someone was feeding her because she would always come back. At one point, I heard the pound was called but they couldn’t catch her.

Things got complicated when, because no one owned her and she wasn’t spayed, she got pregnant. I don’t know what happened to that first litter but I never saw them anywhere. The second time she got pregnant, two neighbors tried to help. She gave birth in one of their patios and they quickly gave them away to people outside the complex. Only two remained and that’s when I became aware of the situation.

I rushed over to see them, maybe help get them adopted, when I saw her. One kitty was pitch black. I immediately knew she wouldn’t get adopted. There’s superstition surrounding black cats in my community. She was going to be tossed aside and become a target to cruelty. I just knew it. And though I’ve never owned any pets, I knew I had to do something.

I took her in.

I wasn’t worried about her sibling because he was the spitting image of the mom. He would be adopted soon.

I hide her in my unit as long as I could. I got her checked out and vaccinated as per needed. She was healthy thankfully. I wanted to spay her as soon as possible but the vet recommended waiting until she was 6 months old. I named her Midnight. I fell in love with her. I waited anxiously.

A neighbor approached me and made small talk before quipping “you know, there’s a fee for owning pets”

My blood ran cold. She said it so casually but I knew she knew. I didn’t know why but she was giving me a warning. If she knew, others knew. And they would tell. I’d rather tell myself, so I did. I contacted management and made an appointment to update my lease. I now had a payment of $500 I was hoping to put off until after her spay, which would be around $400 to $500. I can’t afford both on top of my usual bills. Rent alone is $1000.

I don’t regret anything. I wish I could’ve done more but I’m happy with where I am. I would greatly appreciate any help.

Thank you.

paypal.me/laimahalo

Greetings,
As many people who live with cats have found, our lives are not exactly our own. I bet there are even dogs who have serven…. nah. Dogs worship humans. OUR four-footed boss–er um companions have certain demands that they insist we must adhere to. Even now, Miu sits behind me and with a very penetrating voice, demands that I let him in my lap to give him hugs and pets. Others are helping my husband fill out very important forms on his computer. (Much to his dismay because he doesn’t think he needs ‘help’.) We would like to eventually start or join a feline non-profit organization to provide sanctuary for domestic abandoned and feral cats as we are also in demand from many such felines in our area. Before we can get to that point, we have a couple of blocks in front of us we would like to smash with our superhero picks and we invite you to help with our cause.

Firstly, we DID own our own home, but in 2019 an earthquake hit our area and our home was condemned. We adjusted. A house just down the street was for rent and we were accepted as tenants. We have faithfully paid rent ON TIME to our absentee slum lady, putting up with the haphazard idiots she’s sent to repair the property. We stopped telling her things were broken and fixed or put up with the problems on our own and out of our money. I haven’t had a hot shower in years. Our pipes are so gummed up with minerals they need replaced. Bleach is our friend, (it eats at the minerals),–and forget putting toilet paper in the toilet. We have a separate receptacle for that. The bathroom and kitchen sinks are useless. We wash dishes camping style–outside with a hose. A few months ago, the light switches decided they didn’t want to work anymore, so Walmart made a bundle on our purchases of extension cords for the few sockets that work. Why don’t we have the landlady fix this stuff? Well, fixing the plumbing alone would require that we move out. We have nowhere to go. Until…

We looked into repairing our house. We thought we would do it on our own if we just got a little money set aside. Then….. Covid. Forget about saving money, now it was a matter of getting enough money each week to feed the cats inside and outside of two residences, because, of course, the rental house had….if you guess cats living under the house, YOU WIN! Prices on cat food went up and sometimes the stores didn’t even have any. The feral population jumped as people dumped their animals because they couldn’t pay for food. We were barely making it. We used to buy wet and dry food. The canned wet food became too much and we stopped buying it. We struggled just get dry food, but we did it! We came through to the other side of covid. Then the car broke, then the husband lost his job. (I’m skipping the struggle to get unemployment approved. WHAT a nightmare!) We had a friend help get us new car, Hubby got a new temp job while he looked for one in his preferred venue, and we started digging stairs back to the surface of our sinkhole. We looked at our house again. This time with the idea of getting professionals to fix it, then selling. We want to leave the state. One realtor with a contractor friend looked at our house and said, “I’ll give you $15,000 because of the utilities, but it probably isn’t worth fixing to sell. I just happen to have a house a few blocks from here coming up for sale. I’ll take 30K down. I’ll give you fifteen for the house and you come up with the other fifteen and I’ll bank roll the rest.” SOLD!!!

So we need help getting $15,000. The total cost of the house is $59,900 but the monthly payment is cheaper than our rent by several hundred dollars. PLUS the darn NEW car developed the most unique way to die. The crank case has a hole in it! How the neck did THAT happen?! There’s a freaking crack in it with a thumb-sized hole! So we need to get a freaking car as well. The previously mentioned friend has a car he’s lending us, so YAY, job saved, but we have to have a another new car. So that’s another $5,000. All together we need to find about $20,000.

Another motivation for moving? The landlady sent a minion to look at our evaporative cooler, which we’ve kept limping along and I guess she’s decided it needs replaced cause she’s raising our rent. Raising. Our. Rent. On a house with barely functioning electricity and toilet. Pipes that need replaced through the connection to the city, (and it was like this when we moved in), water damage from a poorly repaired roof that caused the ceiling to fall in, (and what a pain THAT was to fix! And its still not right.) Holes in the walls (there when we moved in) from uncompleted and poor construction of a new wall she SAID she would send men to finish. (Cardboard is a GREAT invention :)) I mopped the floor ONE TIME and the paint came off the floor cause its not sealed. Can’t wash the walls, cause, you know the paint comes off. SHE is supposed to pay our water bill, but we’ve been doing it and she complains when she gets a late payment notice. Use the kitchen or bathroom sinks and you’ll be walking on water, but not because you’re Holy. (Water is pushed back up from the clogged sewer below the house.) Bathroom faucet broke, so gotta fix that. (The pipe behind the wall squirted out another lake before we noticed a problem and shut the main water off, tore the paneling off the wall and plugged the valve.) The cooler is sooooo rotted through on the bottom it can’t hold the side vents in their correct positions. (Some tar and roof tiles can work really well by the way if you need to fix yours.) And shes raising our rent to replace it when we told her FIVE YEARS AGO it needed to be replaced! We’ve been grateful this house has been here for us despite it all, but the rent is sucking us dry. We could be using that rent money for our feline dependents. As we did when we lived in our now condemned house.

When we get the other part of the down payment, we’re taking all the feral cats with us when we move! We used to work with the humane society to spay and neuter the cats. The program stopped for awhile, but they have a new one. However, its a co-pay. Still, we will be getting these guys spayed and neutered to limit the feral population. Meanwhile, we give them sanctuary, a shelter under the house, medical treatment as they allow, food, and water. Especially the water. This is a desert. Help us help them. Yeah we benefit by moving out of this place, but it really is a necessity. We appreciate any help given. Shoot, cat food is a help! I know we aren’t the only ones. Hubby talked to a lady who said she had a couple hundred she cared for! Yep. That’s just about right.

Sincerely,
The Barrera’s

https://paypal.me/ownedbycats?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US

Howdy I’m Bryce, I’m 31 years old and I come from a family with a huge rodeo background. When I was 12 my parents divorced and my mother turned my sister and I against my dad and his side of my family (witch I’m not very proud of her doing that), I was the only one that had to suffer any consequences of her doing so when my dad sold my 3 horses that I rode daily and competed on at least 1-2 times each month.. I’ve spent my whole adult life trying to get a horse and get back to a competitive level in hopes to get to enter a WSTR with my grandpa before he stops roping,  he is 83…, but very active and just bought himself a new horse so I still have at least the rest of this year I hope! I had almost achieved this goal 7 years ago but I got into a relationship with someone I truly cared about, she has depression extremely bad and I sold both horses I had because i wasent getting to practice, giving my all to try to help her through it… we just called it quits a few months ago so now I can get focused again! It would mean everything to me to get to do this and I know I’ll never be able to afford a horse in time so I’m asking you kind folks reading this, I truly appreciate it!

God bless you,

Bryce

cashapp $brycewayne212

Dear Animal Lovers,

I’m reaching out to you with a plea for help on behalf of my beloved furry family member, Louise.  Louise, who I adopted from a rescue, is a sweet and gentle soul who has brought endless joy and unconditional love into my life.  Unfortunately, Louise was born in a puppy mill and never received any vet care.  Due to an injury Louise is completely blind in one eye and mostly blind in the other.  She also has another severe eye condition that causes extreme pressure in her eyes and also leaves them bulging so she cannot close her eyes and causes them to dry out.  She receives eye drops twice a day along with a lubricant to help keep the pressure under control but the drops are not working like they used to.
The combination of all these conditions leave her in discomfort and distress.
The good news is there is hope for Louise.  There is a surgery performed by and canine Ophthalmologist that can help her to be able to close her eyes and help her keep what little vision she does have.  Without this surgery Louise’s condition will only deteriorate causing her to lose all vision and eventually her eyes will need to be removed.  The skin is then pulled over where her eyes used to be and sutured closed.
However, the cost of this surgery is around $9,000 to $10,000.  As much as I wish we could cover this expense on our own, it is simply beyond our means.
That’s why I am turning to you, this passionate community, for support.  Your generous donations will go directly towards Louis’s surgery ensuring that she receives the life-changing care she desperately needs.  Every dollar counts, no matter how big or small, and your kindness will make a world of difference for Louise.
Louise is not just a pet but a cherished member of my family, and I am committed to doing everything in my power to give her a chance for a healthy life.  Your support will not only save Louise’s sight but help restore happiness to my heart.
Thank you for taking the time to read Louise’s story and considering a donation to her cause.  Your generosity, kindness, and compassion will forever be appreciated, and Louise will be forever grateful for the gift of keeping her remaining sight.

With heartfelt gratitude

PayPal.me/Mypugneedshelp

Hello and welcome everyone to my desperate plea for help. It is hard, to say the least, for me to write this in order to try and get help from complete strangers on the internet. I struggle every day to ask for help when I need it, even from my husband and confidante of 16 years. As I sit in front of my computer trying to find the words to put here, I grow anxious and terrified that I should not be doing this as surely I will just be a bother and my cry for help will be ignored.

My name is Katrina. I have struggled with severe depression and anxiety for more than half of my life. However, I was not officially diagnosed until 2007 when I wanted to kill myself during basic training for the Air Force. After being medically discharged, my primary care doctor back home confirmed what they had and further stated that it seemed like I went undiagnosed during my high school years. Along with my medication, she suggested that I keep an animal companion to help manage my depression. At the time, I had my 10 year old Rottweiler Emma to help me, but even her unconditional love could only go so far.

Later that year, I planned on introducing my online boyfriend to all of my friends on New Years Eve. They all knew about him, and some had even interacted with him through AOL Instant Messenger. Unfortunately, my best friend didn’t take to meeting him very well, and what should have been a super fun night, turned into a nightmare. My best friend since 4th grade wanted me to choose between her or him – a decision that a few years later, she apologized for and said was incredibly unfair of her. The damage had been done though. I hadn’t told my friends how severe my depression was or that I was discharged because I wanted to kill myself.

Once he and I returned to my parents place, I just stood out in the cold and cried. I was hurt and felt like I was all alone against world. He has been with me for the last 16 years, and were officially married in 2019. That night though, he resolved that I would never be alone again, and convinced me to move to Tulsa with him. In 2008, I met the best emotional support animal, and my absolute best friend, in the form of a small, lanky kitten named Cassie.

Cassie followed me everywhere I went. No one could pry her away from me, and after I got her, I started to understand why my doctor suggested a companion animal for my depression. Every night, she would come to bed with me and lay next to me. If she wasn’t by my side, I would find her either by my head or behind my legs. She wasn’t the greatest at waking me up, but that’s because of how much she loved just cuddling up next to me.

I couldn’t have a conversation with anyone without her inputting her two cents. Cassie was very vocal for a cat, and it’s something that I didn’t realize I had been taking for granted. When the pandemic hit, she took full advantage of me being home all the time instead of leaving to go to work. It got to the point that I had to order a special cat bed to put next to my desk otherwise I couldn’t get any work done. That same year, I was diagnosed with anxiety and severe pain attacks when my employer tried to pull everyone back into the office early. I lost the best job of my life because I had one panic attack at work while in the office. All because they didn’t want to uphold their end of the conditions we had agreed on to bring me back in.

In that moment, I was convinced that people weren’t worth my time. Cassie was with me the entire day after I was sent home and when I got the phone call stating that I wouldn’t have a job anymore if I refused to work in the office. I’m high risk for covid. I started seeing a psychologist once a month to try and work out my anxiety, depression, and panic attacks, but even he was stumped after my medication had reached the maximum dosages and I still continued to have severe episodes. I no longer have health insurance, so I can’t afford to continue seeing my doctor, but they keep my prescriptions up to date for me.

Time seemed to pass by in a blur. Every moment spent with my baby girl Cassie either watching stuff on TV, or with me playing video games. I couldn’t function outside of the house without having someone else with me. Unfortunately, at the end of November 2023, Cassie fell severely ill. At this point, my husband has been working full time and rushed home as soon as I told him she was sick. We didn’t have the money to take her to the vet. Thanksgiving had just gone by, and we’ve been struggling with almost $20k in credit card debt that built up over the last couple of years when our state stopped giving the unemployed stimulus bonus. We scheduled an appointment for her anyways.

At this point, we weren’t aware that she was dying, and our vet didn’t think her illness would cause it. Since we had been going to her for over 10 years, she let me do a deferred payment for her vet visit, but I couldn’t afford to get labs done that day. The vet gave us some donated pain medication for her to try and make things easier for her until her next appointment the day after my husband got paid. Maybe they could have saved her, maybe they couldn’t, but on December 5th, 2023, my baby girl Cassie passed away in her sleep from whatever she was sick with.

This was taken just a week before she got sick.

Here she is just a couple of days before she passed away.

I wish I knew of a better way to add these photos to this, but I don’t see an easy way to just copy/paste them or click + drag them.

Fast forward to today. I have been searching for a new emotional support animal, but most importantly, a new companion to help me. My husband has spent the last 3 1/2 months taking slightly longer lunches to make sure my depression hasn’t gotten the better of me. I have found a kitten that I would love to adopt and get to know, but with the rate of inflation and our debt, we can’t afford her. This kitten comes from someone who has taken the time and effort to ensure her kittens will be able to help someone like me, and that comes with a cost.

I need $2,000 to be able to afford this kitten, half of which is a deposit to just hold the kitten for me. I want to feel somewhat normal again. I know that there are kind-hearted people out there who can help, and I can only hope that you’ll help me. I want to believe that there are good and kind people in our world still. Please help me keep that belief alive.

Thank you,

Katrina

 

TLDR; I need $2,000 to afford a kitten to help with mental disorders and severe depression. I’m asking for help because I’m at my wits end and don’t know who else to turn to. My family is unable to help as they have no money, and I’m terrified to ask my friends for this kind of money when I know that they are also struggling.

 

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To the Kind Strangers out there.

I’m begging/asking for help from the kind people of the BeggingMoney site to help me take care of my sweet baby girl, an Australian Cattle Dog, named Dasie.  I want to hire help that will go through the motions of taking care of Dasie with me.  I feel like I’m alone in taking care of Dasie because everyone in my family is busy with their own things.  My stepfather, himself, found out he has cancer two weeks ago.  Also, I need the money to help take her to the clinic/hospital and meds when needed, a cart to cart her around so that she won’t be stuck in the bedroom lonely and afford food that will be good for her.  It will also be good to have someone around her while I have to do some housework and learn how to run a CNC and wood working (want to start a small business in woodworking, I currently have no income) I don’t want her to ever be alone at this time of her life.  I want to At Least pay 2k a month, 500 a week, to the person who will help me.  I am requesting to hire help for at least one to two months if not three.  I’ll take what I can get.  Thank you in advance if you give me the ability to do so.  But even if I can get money just for the hospital bills, I would be really grateful.

My 14 year old Blue Heeler has tumors, bad teeth, arthritis and currently can’t stand.    A doctor had said that even if we paid 20k to do her surgery, she may pass soon after… or won’t last long?  Hm, now I don’t remember what exactly he said.  So I had decided I will go full on home treatment and try to keep her comfortable as much as I can.  Even if it’s too late to try to heal her, I have to try and let her be around family.

Dasie came into my life through the efforts of my youngest brother when he was about 10 years old.  He had named her Dasie Ninja Dog.  My father got him a pup, Dasie, but the apartment we lived in did not allow dogs.  After I left that apartment to rent on my own, I took Dasie with me because that apartment allowed dogs.  My father was not able to move to a different apartment yet so it landed on me to take care of her. As time went by, she just became my doggo.  I did not want a dog because I was a coward to feel pain when they will pass after loving them for their lifetime.  But I had kept her because she is family and grew to love her deeply. 

I had thought that the Vet cost was super expensive and just realized last year that you can do at home treatments on some ailments.  I remember when she was 10, the white of her eyes swelled and we called an animal hospital to inquire and they quoted that just to see her, the price started at $500. We did not have that amount and that incident had set firmly into my mind that the vet is super expensive.  

If I had realized that the vet was not too bad of a cost in other offices, if I had realized that some ailments and upkeep can be treated at home, if I was not so entrapped in the thought that cost is so much and had a ‘poor mans’ thinking, my Dasie wouldn’t be this bad by now.  I blame myself but I also realize that it’s been done and just do what I can. My baby did make it to 14 years old.  Though, I hope for another year or two at least.  I wish for her to pass in her sleep of old age, not because of ailments.  I found this site and I am trying it out hoping that maybe there really are good people out there looking at our stories and deciding to help us.

I did not set a money goal (but maybe 10k.  If I may be so much bolder and ask for 20k?) because I want as much as people can give me to help her.  Also, because I am not sure of the vet price for some things for her (like her painful teeth and x-rays).  If I can start to make my own money with in the three months somehow, and I am able to support her, and if I actually have left-over money, I will bring the money back into the BeggingMoney site for other furry babies that needs help along with my own donations.  My appreciation to those who help others.

Please help me help Dasie.
paypal.me/DasieBaby

Thank you. 
~Charana