🐾Just Me & Meech🐾
Hi, my name is Kendra and my buddy and the pictures that’s Meech. Meech is not just my buddy he is my service dog!
see almost three years ago my life changed forever. On June 7th of 2018, I woke up in a hospital, In see you to be exact. I had tubes coming out of my nose IVs in both arms and sticky tabs over my entire body with the wires running everywhere two machines that were beeping and beeping. I had no idea what had happened, or how long I’ve even been there. I soon found out that I was found beaten nearly to death. Most of my injuries was to the Head. I had been there and that hospital in a coma for 17 days.
about five weeks prior to the day of my attack I had fled from my home, I was running from my boyfriend that I was with for about 4 years. I was beating on a daily basis and I knew if I did not leave he was going to kill me. Iran about 300 miles away and stayed hidden in a little old run-down motel. I was happy and scared and nervous all at the same time! I had to learn how to be independent again, and how to socialize. I wasn’t allowed to have a job or friends I was just a prisoner in that house. I started job hunting and inquiring about housing help and things were looking good! I got a call one evening for a job interview at a restaurant I applied at about four blocks from that old run-down motel. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, I believed that my life was going to be good again. The night before my interview I was nervous but I was also proud and I had faith! I just knew that I would get thatjob!
So, the morning of that interview, I woke up cheerful and excited! I left early enough to walk to the restaurant and arrive early to the interview.
I never made it to that interview that morning. I was found late that evening, by a restaurant employee who was taking out the end of the night trash. I was behind the dumpster, severely beaten, and barely alive. I suffered tramatic brain injuries from all the beating my head took.
I had to stay there at the hospital another 27 days, till I recovered enough to go to a rehabilitation home. I had to learn how to walk again, and talk clearly. I began having horrible seizures. These was the aftermath of the traumatic brain injury. I stayed at that rehabilitation home for five and a half months and once I was able to walk and talk again on my own it was time for me to move on. I found myself lost alone confused and scared. Someone suggested once that I get a dog for companionship and protection, but I knew if I couldn’t even feed myself how could I feed an animal? In and out of the hospital due to the seizures, and staying at a local shelter, I didn’t know what to do, or where I was gonna end up.
During one of my many hospital stays, a nurse came into my room one day, and as we chatted, she suggested I get myself a service animal. She said a friend of hers had one, and they are trained to meet each individual’s medical needs. So, after long consideration, I decided it would be good for me. I found Meech at the local humane society. He was abused by the owners,and was very scared. They told me his story, as I shared mie and I knew then ,we were meant to be together! Meech was only 4 months old then, but so smart and already so big! Meech and I started his service trading right away, and instantly, he picked up every command, and listened so good. It was like he already knew what to do. Meech knows when my seizures are coming before I do. He stands by me,and when it starts, he places his body laying where my head would hit. He stops me from hurting my head, like a pillow! He also alerts me when it’s time for my medication! He is nothing less then amazing! Meech is all I have, and I am all he has. We have been homeless for now for almost 5 months. We have a tent, and that’s home for now. I’m currently fighting for my disability, since my seizures, I can not work. During the day, Meech and I panhandle, to get money for food, and our basic daily needs. At night, as we lay, I read the Bible out loud, it helps my speech. Meech just lays listening so hard, like he knows what I’m reading. When I get on my knees to pray, and thank God for providing our needs, he comes and places his head on my knee, and prays with me too!
As winter sets in, and the nights are getting colder, I’m seeking somewhere to stay warm, and lay our heads, some warm winter clothes, jacket, and boots because I lost every single thing I had. I am asking anyone who reads my story to help. We just need enough for a extended stay weekly hotel, and the items I’ve listed. . I will one day have things back in order, and be able to pay it forward to someone in need when that time comes.
I’m asking to help me raise $1500 for the extended stay for 1 month, winter attire, and food to last us also.
God Bless those who have read my story, and if you can help Meech and I, may your blessing come back to you 10x’s fold.
Sincerely yours, Kendra and Meech Sands