This is the hardest thing I’ve ever written. And if I saw any other way out, there’s no way I’d be sitting here and writing this. Asking for help has always been very difficult for me, and if it was just about me, I probably wouldn’t be doing this. However, I have my dogs to think about. They depend on me and I’m trying real hard not to let them down. So here goes…
After barely making ends meet for a number of years, my partner and I are now in a position where we are facing homelessness. We usually manage to eke out a living selling our skills as freelancers, but during the last few months, work has completely evaporated. We spend all our time searching for jobs, but nothing has panned out.
We have also looked for work outside our field, but since we’re stuck in the boonies without a car, our employment opportunities are severely limited. Nonetheless, in an effort to leave no stone unturned, my partner did put in applications for two local just-above-minimum-wage jobs. Given that he has no experience in these lines of work and competition for any kind of job is beyond fierce around here, this is a long shot. Moreover, even if they do hire him, he wouldn’t get paid enough money fast enough to avoid eviction.
As regular readers of this blog are aware, I live with PTSD and bipolar disorder, which is challenging even when things are going reasonably well. Stress makes my symptoms worse, and not knowing how we’ll survive this situation has been extremely stressful. Consequently these last few months have been very rough in terms of my mental health. I’ve also had to reduce the dosage of my bipolar meds because we can’t afford to buy more, and I’m trying to make what I’ve got last as long as possible. Obviously that’s far from ideal.
I saved Balou’s life almost twelve years ago when I rescued him from a kill shelter in the middle of a distemper outbreak, and he’s returned the favor many times over. He’s the most remarkable dog I’ve ever known, and he’s always been there for me. It breaks my heart not to be able to help him now that he’s sick and needs me.
Balou is our oldest, but we have three other dogs–Laney, Goldie, and Kimo. All are rescues that arrived in various ways over the years. They’ve kept me going many times when I thought I couldn’t go on, and they’re the reason I’m writing this.
Here’s our situation: We can’t pay our rent or our utilities, and we only have enough food money for the next nine days. We have no money for my meds or Balou’s treatment. We got this far with the help of friends and family, but everyone we know is also poor, and while they would like to help, they’ve done all they can without jeopardizing their own survival.
If it was just me and my partner, we might be able to go to a shelter, but with the dogs, that isn’t an option. Nor can we live in our car, since we have no car.
If we lose our home, I honestly don’t know what we’re going to do. There’s literally nowhere we can go with our dogs. And I would never, under any circumstances, abandon our canine family members.
That’s why I’m turning to you. If you’re able and willing to help, I can’t even begin to tell you how much that would mean to us. Any and all donations are beyond welcome! If you’re not in a position to help financially, please use the share buttons below to link to this post on Twitter, Facebook, etc. Mentioning our situation on your blog would also be much appreciated. Oh, and if you would like to hire us for a job, you can contact me at SashaSaidX at gmail.com.
I’m desperately hoping that we can scrape together enough cash to stay in our home and pay our bills. Whatever you can do to help, please do it! Again, I wouldn’t ask if I saw any other way, but I’m terrified of what’s going to happen to all of us if we lose our home.
UPDATE (01/20): First of, I want to give a huge “thank you” to everyone who donated, blogged and tweeted about our situation so far. I realize most of you aren’t exactly swimming in cash either, and I want you to know how much your help means to me. You’re awesome!
At this point, we’ve got a little over one-third of the rent payment, which unfortunately means we still got a ways to go. We’re prioritizing rent over everything else, including food, because, quite frankly, losing our home = game over. Even if we somehow managed to survive sleeping outdoors (which, given various predators and the nighttime temperatures this time of year, is iffy at best), we have no way to earn a living and get back on our feet without a computer and Internet connection. Never mind that finding another rental with four dogs, an eviction, and no car would be pretty much impossible…