26/05/2025
Dear Dad, it’s me, Girl — your Princess.
I know you’re over the Rainbow Bridge now, and I miss you so much. I just wanted to send you a little update, because I had a big visit to the vet yesterday… and things aren’t so great right now.
Mumma says we’re still fighting for a good life — but Dad, my bones are getting tired. So many parts of me are wearing out. The vet team looked after me so kindly, and Mumma said I’m not ready to cross that bridge just yet. She said We’re not letting go without a fight.
They found out I have cancer — and not the easy kind. It’s aggressive, though I’m not sure what that really means. All I know is Mumma held me tight all night, and she cried a lot. She told me I’ve had such a tough journey before I came here… but she and you gave me a new life — full of love, safety, and belly rubs.
I still remember the day you and Mumma brought me home from the pound, eight years ago. I had no idea I was walking into my forever home. You always called me one of your Retired Angels, even though I had my quirks — like chasing cats (which I still really want to do, but I try to be good like you taught me!).
You knew I wasn’t easy, but you never gave up on me. You gave me a safe place to land, a home, and a title: Matriarch. I wear it proudly.
The vet tried to remove the lump in my leg, but it’s in a tough spot and they couldn’t get it all. They say the cancer will most probably come back. My eyesight isn’t great anymore, and I had to get a fractured tooth taken out too. I’m getting on, Dad… we don’t know exactly how old I am, but I know I’ve had the best years of my life right here, with you and Mum.
So don’t worry, I’m still here for now. Mumma says I might have many months, or maybe just a few — but she promised I’ll be loved and comfy for all the days I have left. I’m giving her extra cuddles, just like you would want, and I’m doing my best not to chase the cats (it’s so hard… but I’m trying!).
Mumma misses you, and so do I. But we’re looking after each other. Please save me a spot up there, Dad — I know I’ll see you again. For now, I’m enjoying every little moment of freedom and love you gave me the day you picked me up from that shelter. I love you forever.
Your Princess,
Girl
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If you can help my Mumma cover my vet bills so I can stay well a little longer, we’d be so grateful.
My surgery and medications have already cost almost $1800, and we’re still not done.
Please donate if you’re able, or share my story to help spread the word. Every bit helps Mumma keep me comfortable and cared for.
Thank you for loving me.
To donate
Wandering Angels Animal Sanctuary
Account 06 0273 0805939 00
Reference: Girl
(We are a Registered Charity
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