As a cynologist, my life has been dedicated not just to the study of dogs, but to sharing my home, my heart, and every last inch of my space with them. They are not merely pets; they are family, companions, and often, my greatest teachers.
This week, my beloved German Shepherd, Falca, underwent major surgery to remove a thoracic mass—a procedure that marked the beginning of an arduous and costly medical journey. With chemotherapy sessions lined up, the initial veterinary bills have already soared to a staggering $25,000. And now, I am facing an additional $15,000 to $25,000 for a chemotherapy protocol that could potentially extend Falca's life by another two precious years. These sums starkly quantify the depth of love and commitment I feel towards Falca in the face of our profit-driven healthcare system.
This experience has brought me to a profound point of reflection, prompting me to deeply explore what truly makes a home. Is it defined by the walls that surround us, the creature comforts and luxuries within, or the beings that share our space and enrich our lives? For me, the answer is unequivocally the latter.
I firmly believe that I would rather be homeless and live with my dogs than dwell in a lavish mansion without their companionship. This isn't just a sentimental statement; it's a philosophical stance—choosing genuine connection, loyalty, and compassion over superficial material comfort.
The financial burden of Falca's life-saving treatment, now totaling a heart-stopping $57,000, is undeniably daunting and anxiety-provoking. Yet, facing down these expenses has only reinforced my unwavering commitment to my dogs and the unbreakable bond we share. Over the years, they have given me unconditional love, steadfast companionship, and countless profound lessons in resilience, empathy, and living in the present moment. How could I not do everything in my power to return that devotion and give Falca the best chance at more quality time?
To my cherished community of fellow dog lovers, I humbly reach out for your support during this challenging time. If you feel moved to contribute to Falca's ongoing care, any assistance would be met with immense gratitude. However, I want to be clear that I am not expecting or pressuring anyone to give. Your emotional support, kind words, and understanding mean just as much during this difficult journey.
As I walk beside Falca through her battle with cancer, I am reminded daily of the true essence of home and family. It is not ultimately defined by a physical structure or by the material luxuries it contains. Rather, it is made by the presence of those who fill our lives with love, loyalty and moments of joy—both two-legged and four-legged.
In my world, "home" is wherever I can look into my dogs' trusting eyes, stroke their soft fur, and share space and experiences together. It is the warm weight of them pressed against me, the rhythm of our hearts and breaths syncing as we savor a quiet moment. It is bearing witness to their goofy antics, marveling at their intelligence, and learning from their innate wisdom and ability to live fully in the Now. They root me in gratitude, bring me back to what matters, and make anyplace feel like home.
I recognize that to some, the notion of potentially giving up one's financial stability for the sake of an animal may seem absurd, even irresponsible. We live in a society where pets are too often seen as expendable, subordinate to human cares and concerns. Shouldering a five-figure debt to extend a dog's life is far from the norm.
But I would argue that the ability to extend empathy, compassion and sacrifice beyond our own species is the very essence of humanity at its best. Caring for an animal through sickness and health is a weighty responsibility reflective of the immense gift they offer by sharing our lives. It calls us to be more unselfish, more mindfully present, more attuned to wordless expressions of need and affection.
Of course, as a cynologist, I have a particularly deep appreciation for the human-canine bond that has evolved over thousands of years. Our two species developed in tandem, shaping each other's minds, hearts and even DNA. The connection we share is ancient and utterly unique.
Dogs have served as our watchful protectors, tireless laborers, intuitive guides and faithful friends. They have hunted with us, herded with us, played with us, mourned with us. They keep us active and engaged, ameliorate our anxiety and loneliness. They teach us patience, forgiveness, and unconditional love. Is it any wonder then that for many of us, our dogs have taken up residence in the very marrow of our hearts and souls?
The past weeks since Falca's diagnosis have been some of the most emotionally and financially taxing of my life. But not once have I questioned if the sacrifices are worthwhile. As we go to the vet for chemo infusions, I look into Falca's eyes, lined with gray but still bright with trust and love, and I know I am exactly where I need to be. She is my home, as surely as any four walls and roof. If this costly treatment can grant us two more years of walks, snuggles, and precious moments together, I will find a way to afford it.
I don't share my story to boast, but to extend a hand to others agonizing over similar awful dilemmas. You are not weak or silly to consider major life changes in order to care for your heart dog. It is not frivolous to ask for help or take on debt for their sake. What matters is not the judgment of those who don't understand, but living in alignment with your own deepest values.
To be willing to sacrifice your own comfort for the welfare of another is the very definition of love in action. And I believe our world could use more radical, boundary-crossing love—for each other, for animals, and for the planet we share.
My story is not unique. Countless others have faced gut-wrenching choices between their financial security and an animal's life. Many have lost jobs, homes, relationships and more in the course of caregiving. They have endured the raised eyebrows and harsh words of those who insist it's "just a pet." But I suspect they would all say the same: caring for their beloved companion through the darkest days was a sacred privilege and a defining chapter of their lives.
As I navigate the uncertain road ahead with my own canine soulmate, I remain endlessly grateful for the community of fellow dog lovers—cynologists, rescuers, owners, and enthusiasts—who intuitively understand that the richest, most purpose-driven life is one shared with dogs.
You remind me that I am not alone, that my choices are valid, that every sacrifice will be worth it for the love of a dog. With your support and encouragement, whether financial or emotional, I can focus not on the looming expenses, but on the daily blessings: each thump of Falca's tail, each walk we take together in the sunshine, each night she rests her noble head in my lap.
Together, let us continue to lift each other up, in times of joy and hardship, united by our love for the animals who give our lives immeasurable meaning. Let us champion a culture of compassion where "home" is defined not by our buildings and bank accounts, but by the presence of those we cherish.
For me, home will always be where my dogs are—where I can look into their knowing eyes and be reminded of all that is good, and real, and worth fighting for in this world. And if it takes every last penny I have to keep Falca here with me a little longer, then that is a price I will pay gladly, with no regrets. She is worth it all.
Bart de Gols
Invoices so far:
Thoracic Mass Removal Surgery,04/16/2024 Invoice # 128503: $7,928.27
Mass/Swelling - Axilla CT SCAN 04/16/2024 Invoice # 560268 $2,755.28
Thoracic Mass Pathology and Imaging, 04/16/2024 Invoice # 128495: $2,885.60
Hemorrhage of unknown etiology: 04/18/2024 Invoice # 709719: $5,677.34
Post op hospitalization, 04/18/2024 Invoice # 79165: $3,986.84