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Test Homestead Hospital

We are building a better hospital where loved ones can stay with their animals and treatment doesn’t come at the cost of your pets life if you can’t afford it. A place where people are taking care of each other and being there for the animals no one else wants and loving them every single moment to the end. We are setting up ICU rooms where you can stay and hold your pet and you’re not treated as an inconvenience. Where visitors hours are welcomed past 7 pm because love is what makes life worth holding on to. Our dream, our mission at Always & Furever truly is to care for all God’s animals from the moment they come into our care to the moment they go into God’s care and not one moment wasted in between.

We will act in the best interest of your pet and travel to the ends of the Earth to improve the quality of life for your pet.

Every donation goes towards our animals and the future of our Homestead. A home for the unwanted. A sanctuary for the troubled. And a safe haven of peace where life and death aren’t rushed through and kindness comes first.

Please donate now to help build a better way of doing things. Read Jen’s full story below.

Jen Dulski•November 28, 2022 In her own words:

I said goodbye to my best friend today. Fourteen and a half years together and not one single night when I was home was she ever away from me…until last night. We never made it home. We tried. You see Libby was my world. She loved me when I couldn’t even love myself, when I had lost myself to grief and didn’t want to see or feel the sun, she was always my light.

I had to try to save her even though I knew there was only a slim chance but in order to do so I had to leave her in the hospital. I didn’t want to. I was curled up lying next to her inside her kennel and the tech told me at 7pm I had to leave. She waited at the door as I tried to keep my eyes closed and ignore her in hopes she would leave but she didn’t. And when I left all I could do was pray they wouldn’t call because that would mean she was losing the fight and then I got the call. As I hung up the phone I noticed it was 1:11 am. I was hoping that was a sign that she was going to be my miracle, that she just needed me there and she would recover. I have a heartbreaking ability to always find hope in any situation, even when the whole world tells me otherwise. I drove there knowing she needed me there and thinking magically she’d turn the corner. She didn’t. The brought her to me in a room on a stretcher. I share all this because from the moment they brought her to me it was constant pressure to make a decision, to end her life. And all I wanted and needed to know was that there was nothing else we could possibly do to help her. I don’t know why they didn’t keep increasing the meds, I kept questioning and not getting answers, telling me the only humane thing to do was to end her life, the life of soul I would never want to live without and the callus nature of her response to my questions everything inside me screamed she’s not dying there. When I insisted on them increasing the meds and begged for more time the Dr finally said if I wanted to continue the only way was to take her back to the ICU away from me, so her techs weren’t walking back and forth to the room every half hour to check her blood pressure. I guess ten steps down the hall and a little compassion was too much to ask for. So I contemplated stealing her with the blood pressure machine and taking her to my home, against medical and likely police advice but heck some things are worth going to jail for. Since my friend Beth was not willing to be an accomplice and cooperate and apparently I wouldn’t have gotten out the door without that lovely lady likely tackling me, that plan was scrapped and reality set back in. I still regret not stealing her and the machine and medicine. The Dr came back in and wanted a decision, I begged for one last test in a half hour, she begrudgingly obliged and then when I knew there was no hope Plan B was just to get her in the car, let’s just drive and if she passes in the car then it’s somewhere she knows. She was my road warrior, my constant companion, from Pittsburgh, to Chicago, to Boston, to Spring Hill, we went everywhere together, we did everything together. No matter where I went, Libby (and Mugsy) were always by my side. I promise I have a purpose to this post if you stayed with me this far…

Everything was set to take her home knowing full well she would have very little time, if any but as we took the machine off it was so quick, I blinked and I knew she couldn’t make it and wouldn’t let her suffer… so in a room where I wanted to be anywhere but there with Libby I made the decision and suddenly everything melted away, there wasn’t anyone else but me and her and I laid on the floor next to her and held her head in my hands, swallowed all my pain for the moment and looked in her eyes and promised her Heaven was better. I whispered to her if I could go with her I would and then she was gone.

I share all this because for three hours I spent with her in the room those three hours were for me to hold her one last time, to remember how soft her skin was and how gentle her soul was for the tremendous amount of pain she lived in she never once complained or cried. Those three hours were everything. And when I finally got the strength to leave the parking lot and drive home when I turned the car on it was 4:44 am. I know there were angels everywhere, maybe my miracle was that she waited for me, maybe it was those three hours, or maybe it was that everything in my soul wants me to build a hospital so no one ever has to live through being pushed and rushed to say goodbye to someone they love.

To build a hospital where loved ones can stay with their animals and treatment doesn’t come at the cost of your pets life if you can’t afford it, that it’s taking care of each other and being there for the animals no one else wants and loving them every single moment to the end. Setting up ICU rooms where you can stay and hold your pet and you’re not treated as an inconvenience. Where visitors hours are welcomed past 7 pm because love is what makes life worth holding on to and living for and animals need to be reminded that too.

Our dream, our mission at Always & Furever truly is to care for all God’s animals from the moment they come into our care to the moment they go into God’s care and not one moment wasted in between. Libby was a rescue that someone else returned, they didn’t want as a puppy and I can’t thank God enough they gave up on her because without her my life would not be what it is today. There are so many Libby’s in this world sitting in kill shelters that need rescues to help them and need all of us to do more.

Always & Furever is a rescue that if I had asked one person to go with me to be with Libby I would have had 30, at least. Wouldn’t have mattered what time at night, what the ask, or even if it was me asking, if it can help an animal or human being this is a rescue that values life, this is a rescue that prioritizes love. And when love comes first then no matter what hard times we endure good is bound to overcome.

This has been a difficult year to say the least. We took in 20 dogs from horrific situation in KCMO when we saw that over 40 were piled up in a shed with only one “worker” checking on them a few times a week formed a so called rescue. Then we took in over 100 dogs from another “rescue” and even worse conditions just a few months later, evicted from that location, forced to find another location, then 7 months of working with the county on our Homestead approval (still not there yet) and much, much more. I could focus on the difficulties or focus on everything we went through has made us stronger and helped us to get to where we are today to know and understand that no matter what life throws at us we can never give up.

We also purchased the 40 acres behind us, every day is one step closer to our dream of waking up to a world where every animal is treated with kindness dignity respect and most importantly their lives have been touched by love, even if only for a moment. Every day we are blessed to wake up on this earth we are blessed to care for the souls no one else wants and to continue to strive to do things differently, with more compassion and always with love.

Every donation goes towards our animals and the future of our Homestead. A home for the unwanted. A sanctuary for the troubled. And a safe haven of peace where life and death aren’t rushed through and kindness comes first.

Please know there is no animosity for the dr that was there last night. This is not the first time it has happened, but at our hospital, when done our way, this will never happen. That is where your money would go, towards a different way of thinking, a different way of treating animals and humans who love those animals.

If you have made it this far thanks for reading, I mostly write to try to unload some of this overbearing weighted pain that seems to be crushing my heart with Libby’s absence but I know with time the sorrow will soften and the pain will become interwoven in my soul and her love will outweigh it but for now my heart aches and I simply miss my friend.

We have hundreds of animals in our care who have just as much love as my Libby. Choose to foster or adopt today and my hope for everyone is that you all get to experience what a blessing that type of love truly is, despite this unbearable pain..

I’d do it a million times over for one more moment with you Libby. You were worth every moment.