Danielle Tscherne

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Thank you ahead of time for taking the time to read my story.

Over the last 12 years I’ve suffered several emotional and physical traumas and losses that caused me to develop a few different chronic pain conditions as well as a condition called POTS which causes my heart rate and blood pressure to fluctuate greatly causing me to blackout or get extremely dizzy for several seconds. Naturally all of this added to my anxiety and my ongoing depression. But in the last several months I have really been working very hard to cope with my “dark years” and find myself again for the first time in over 12 years.

Things were going great for me, I was going to physical therapy to help my body and committed to doing yoga stretches every night. I had started seeking counseling for all of my emotional baggage that I needed to sort through.

About 3 weeks ago, my 4 year old golden boy Ollie 🐾 got sick. He had stopped eating and wasn’t really acting himself for a couple days, for anyone who knows Golden retrievers, if they’re not eating something is not right. He had thrown up one morning so I did the chicken and rice thing, was in touch with my vet, the whole routine we pet parents do.

By late Saturday night his breathing sounded kind of strained, but I chalked that up to the humidity in the dormer where we sleep. Sunday morning we took him to the emergency vet. A lot of tests were run. We spent 3.5 days there sitting in the main area of the dog hospital waiting for test results. We were sent home on Wednesday afternoon after being told it’s just a waiting game. So they sent us on our way with 9 meds (most of which were doses as several pills at a time 😳) and cans of soft food I was supposed to syringe feed him when giving medications. It would be 3-5 days before we had results from the samples they sent to Colorado.

Thinking back, he was so miserable looking when we got home, but I wanted to convince myself he was okay and that when we got home he would feel better. But he was struggling to breath and seemingly in a lot of pain and any time he moved positions he would spit up fluids. 😰💔

By Thursday morning we were rushing into the car to drive an hour and a half to a vet specialist hospital - to be told his organs were beginning to shut down now. That all of the tests they ran there after they rushed him back shows that he has stage 5 lymphoma and it was time to say goodbye.

So on May 24th I said goodbye to my very best friend, my most loyal companion, my baby.

While losing him has been unbearable, in the last couple days I just feel like the timing of his passing was he and the universe telling me I am ready to pursue my goals and my dreams. Like he was here to get me through those years that he did and help me get to that point. Timing was too strange, it was after my birthday and Mother’s Day weekend I paid a friend of mine to finally take professional photos of my dogs and I at my house. I had wanted to do it for so long, but finally I did. It was that next week he got sick. Like he knew it was okay now.

Long before he got sick, I had told myself that my next dog will be a service dog to help me cope with my various physical and emotional conditions - never did I ever expect that it would be so soon or that my Oliver Henry would be taken from me so soon.

I have been working with a local service dog group for about a year now in varying capacities and most of my work/research has to do with the benefits us humans get from our pets and that relationship and bond; so I have a (better than most) understanding of how much work goes into the evaluation and training process of service dogs.

Through my grieving process I have been researching cardiac alert dogs and service dogs and weighing all the options but ultimately decided that instead of receiving a fully trained service dog who would be about 2 years old and ready to go; I would like to obtain my puppy from the start (when it’s safe to leave its birth mommy) and work with my dog one on one from the start. The bond I built with Ollie was unlike anything I had ever experienced, I want to build that with my new dog. (Not to discredit the work done at any assistance dog organization, they do amazing work.)

I am working through all that I need to process wise to do this - training my own service/alert dog. But there is still a hefty price tag that comes with obtaining the best pup for what you’re looking for as well as the training courses themselves. I’ve also taken on quite a large lump of debt (interest free card but still debt) from Ollie’s medical bills. On top of pending student loan payments starting up soon.

I am looking to raise funds to help be obtain my future service dog from a reputable breeder as well as helping to fund the training and supplies I will need in order to properly prepare my canine lifeline! I am planning to document the entire journey via my blog which you can find on my website: Danielle-elyse.com.

Thank you again for taking the time to read my story and support my journey! Please share my story with other animal lovers! 💕🐾

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Thank you ahead of time for taking the time to read my story.

Over the last 12 years I’ve suffered several emotional and physical traumas and losses that caused me to develop a few different chronic pain conditions as well as a condition called POTS which causes my heart rate and blood pressure to fluctuate greatly causing me to blackout or get extremely dizzy for several seconds. Naturally all of this added to my anxiety and my ongoing depression. But in the last several months I have really been working very hard to cope with my “dark years” and find myself again for the first time in over 12 years.

Things were going great for me, I was going to physical therapy to help my body and committed to doing yoga stretches every night. I had started seeking counseling for all of my emotional baggage that I needed to sort through.

About 3 weeks ago, my 4 year old golden boy Ollie 🐾 got sick. He had stopped eating and wasn’t really acting himself for a couple days, for anyone who knows Golden retrievers, if they’re not eating something is not right. He had thrown up one morning so I did the chicken and rice thing, was in touch with my vet, the whole routine we pet parents do.

By late Saturday night his breathing sounded kind of strained, but I chalked that up to the humidity in the dormer where we sleep. Sunday morning we took him to the emergency vet. A lot of tests were run. We spent 3.5 days there sitting in the main area of the dog hospital waiting for test results. We were sent home on Wednesday afternoon after being told it’s just a waiting game. So they sent us on our way with 9 meds (most of which were doses as several pills at a time 😳) and cans of soft food I was supposed to syringe feed him when giving medications. It would be 3-5 days before we had results from the samples they sent to Colorado.

Thinking back, he was so miserable looking when we got home, but I wanted to convince myself he was okay and that when we got home he would feel better. But he was struggling to breath and seemingly in a lot of pain and any time he moved positions he would spit up fluids. 😰💔

By Thursday morning we were rushing into the car to drive an hour and a half to a vet specialist hospital - to be told his organs were beginning to shut down now. That all of the tests they ran there after they rushed him back shows that he has stage 5 lymphoma and it was time to say goodbye.

So on May 24th I said goodbye to my very best friend, my most loyal companion, my baby.

While losing him has been unbearable, in the last couple days I just feel like the timing of his passing was he and the universe telling me I am ready to pursue my goals and my dreams. Like he was here to get me through those years that he did and help me get to that point. Timing was too strange, it was after my birthday and Mother’s Day weekend I paid a friend of mine to finally take professional photos of my dogs and I at my house. I had wanted to do it for so long, but finally I did. It was that next week he got sick. Like he knew it was okay now.

Long before he got sick, I had told myself that my next dog will be a service dog to help me cope with my various physical and emotional conditions - never did I ever expect that it would be so soon or that my Oliver Henry would be taken from me so soon.

I have been working with a local service dog group for about a year now in varying capacities and most of my work/research has to do with the benefits us humans get from our pets and that relationship and bond; so I have a (better than most) understanding of how much work goes into the evaluation and training process of service dogs.

Through my grieving process I have been researching cardiac alert dogs and service dogs and weighing all the options but ultimately decided that instead of receiving a fully trained service dog who would be about 2 years old and ready to go; I would like to obtain my puppy from the start (when it’s safe to leave its birth mommy) and work with my dog one on one from the start. The bond I built with Ollie was unlike anything I had ever experienced, I want to build that with my new dog. (Not to discredit the work done at any assistance dog organization, they do amazing work.)

I am working through all that I need to process wise to do this - training my own service/alert dog. But there is still a hefty price tag that comes with obtaining the best pup for what you’re looking for as well as the training courses themselves. I’ve also taken on quite a large lump of debt (interest free card but still debt) from Ollie’s medical bills. On top of pending student loan payments starting up soon.

I am looking to raise funds to help be obtain my future service dog from a reputable breeder as well as helping to fund the training and supplies I will need in order to properly prepare my canine lifeline! I am planning to document the entire journey via my blog which you can find on my website: Danielle-elyse.com.

Thank you again for taking the time to read my story and support my journey! Please share my story with other animal lovers! 💕🐾

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