My name is Davey. I am, by my own admission, a complete and utter violent wee mentalist. But, there are reasons for my aggression and bizarre ways. I was born with a severe congenital heart murmur, and when my breeder took me to get my first check the vet informed her that I would probably not survive infancy. As a result, the owners who had chosen me decided they didn't want me. So, my breeder called upon my now Mummies to see if they'd be willing to offer me a home, for however long a life I would have. As you'd expect, both my mummies were delighted to - and vowed that no matter how finite my wee life would be, I would live it to the full, and believe me....I have done that. I have enjoyed loads of walks - running wild at the beach, in the wilderness of Scotland. I've travelled the length of the country to visit family and friends. I've stayed in LOADS of hotels, and sampled lots of delicious food. I have been a very lucky boy!

My life has been so full, I decided I'd not let my heart dictate to me how long I'd live....and as such I'm not almost 9 years old....and still going strong.

I have some flaws - don't we all? I started going blind when I was about 3 years old. I have been tested for cataracts, etc, but it turns out I have a degenerative eye problem, and there is nothing they can do about it. As my eyesight has diminished I have became more and more anxious. Noises scare me. New locations scare me. Traffic passing by our car when we're travelling scares me. New people scare me - I'm very suspicious of everyone other than my family. When you're scared you either freeze, flight or fight. Well, I'll tell you right here and right now....I go straight to the kill setting. I don't mess about when I get going....I go from normal wee dug to total Tasmanian devil in the blink of an eye. As a result of this - I am an impossible patient! To make matters worse - when I start the madness, my heart can't cope and it's not unusual for me to go a nice shade of blue and topple over! My mummies can sort it out with a wee rub of my chest, but they get very stressed and upset with it all. I don't blame them...but I won't stop.

Last year, I managed to walk into a big branch and scratch my eyeball. It was very sore and it took months and months of visits to the horrible vet to fix it. My mummies cried and spoke a lot about how they were going to handle it. Eventually, they got it to heal, but it took blood, sweat and tears...and an awfy lot of money. Mummies say that some friends helped and they raised some money towards my treatment.

Today, I find myself in the same position. Only, this time....my eye isn't getting better. I have an ulcer on the surface of my left eye, and I've had it for about 3 weeks. I don't know if you've ever had an ulcer on your eye, but it's agony. My mums are holding me down and putting drops in my eye - feeding me quorn sausages with tablets and liquid hidden in them (they think I don't know, but I do!) and we've been going to see that horrible vet a lot again. Today I was really bad...and went full blown psycho. I was biting my mummy B and scratching them both. I turned blue and toppled over - and they didn't even get the drops in my eye.

The truth is....I need this eye out!

I don't know if I'll suit being a one eyed dug - but I know I can't continue with this pain and the stress of getting held down and restrained to put drops and stuff in my eyes. I'm a very unhappy wee dug right now.

I know it's a big ask, but if you could spare anything...anything at all...to help my Mummies make this possible, then we would all be eternally grateful. I hear my Mum's talk about money and how they will be able to afford it in the future, but cannot manage it just now - trouble is, I can't wait.

The horrible vet lady has told us it'll cost £470 for the eye (the cheek of charging us to take MY eye off me!), plus £100 for anaesthetic and about £20-40 for some blood tests before my surgery. Mummy B feels this is an awfy lot and is in touch with some other animal loving mad vegan wummin, who happens to work in a vets, to see if she can source it cheaper. But, if you are in a position to help....we would all very much appreciate it.

If you can't - don't worry, we totally understand - but, please say a wee prayer to whoever or whatever you believe in that I will come through the surgery and live a long and happy life as a one eyed fluffy wee dug!

Thanks for taking the time to read my wee story - I think I did well typing this wae paws fur haunds!

Davey