Hello everyone, my friend Elizabeth tragically lost her depression therapy dog DynKus and is understandably devastated. Her story is below. If you can donate any money to help her purchase another fur baby we would really appreciate it. She’ll also need a new puppy crate, puppy food, toys, etc. You know, everything a new healthy puppy needs!

“My depression has been with me all my life. I grew up in the generation that believed in kids were not to be seen or heard. I was not allowed to have feelings about anything. If I did, I was told I was feeling sorry for myself. If I was victimized it was my fault. I was a fifties kid. My Counselor I had in the early 90's suggested that I get a companion dog. The point as I understand it is to get me to think less about inward issues and ruminating myself into more anxiety. So off I went to find my English Springer Spaniel puppy. I looked all over Kansas and wouldn't you know it, there was a breeder about 30 miles away. Ivey was a Liver and White puppy and so beautiful. Everyone always had wonderful remarks about how cute she was, so you see having Ivey gave me more opportunity to talk to others. Having a pet opens doors to start conversations and maybe even friendships. One thing I did learn was to use my "Mommy" voice. I believe I gained the understanding of being responsible you have to be controlling and caring as to not to endanger Ivey to harmful situations. A more clear communication of "No means No" stance. Ivey was a great dog. She was very smart, loving, and the best part she was there. She always slept with me. What are the words to describe the feelings you experience at the end of the day when you have the warmth of your companion’s body curled beside your back? I have many, many wonderful stories of our life together. She had a good life. We were together for over 15 years.

After Ivey had to be put down, I swear I could still feel her close to me for about a year or so. Then the Universe/God blessed me with my little Dynkus. I had been stopping at the Banner Creek Vet in Holton Kansas every time I went to go visit my family. I would pop in and ask,"do you have a dog for me yet?" Then one day they called me and they did have an 8 week old puppy for me. He was this blonde bundle of fur, all wiggles and smiles. For me it was love at first sight. Such a blessing. You see when you have a Havanese you have endless smiles, happiness and great goofiness all rolled into one package. I loved every round inch of that puppy. My day would start with giggles and kisses. I was always amazed at what he could do. With DynKus I lived in the moment. Here was this little dog just begging to be loved. And let me tell you saying I love you did not come easy for me. But with DynKus it came easier every day. To be able to say I love you and not be afraid, to say I love you and mean it is priceless. He was goofy, lord knows I never knew what he would get hold of and drag it down the hallway. He was a climber too. Life for me was being lived in the moment. Being in that state of mind kicked depression right out of my life. I watched him scamper on our walks, and smell everything, so much joy. He was a flirt, he was a dancing doggie and when we got close to an apartment that he knew he would go and get on his two back paws and just hop and dance across the parking lot. There is so much more to share, he made waking up a joy and full of giggles. He would run very fast thru the apt just for his own pleasure. Even the quiet times had pleasure in the fact that most time you could not tell his top from his bottom. But one of the best parts was the fact that he needed me! Not to feed him or give him treats, but to just cuddle, or comfort him when he was scared of the storm. I think maybe I learned how to nurture him and myself and it didn't hurt. I was not as bad, I could love and be loved. I need and want another DynKus in my life to survive the best way that I know how with the love of a crazy little dog.”