Spike
Spike’s journey began when our community brought him to our attention—a fragile, senior soul trapped in the shelter, and in desperate need of help. We knew he didn’t belong there. Sadly, a mandatory five-day hold delayed our rescue, and during that time, Spike contracted an upper respiratory infection that would soon become something much more serious.
The moment we were cleared to pull him, Spike was rushed to CARES. There, Dr. Williams diagnosed him with advanced pneumonia—his lungs were filled, and every breath was a struggle. He was placed in an oxygen cage and spent weeks fighting for life, surrounded by a medical team that never gave up on him.
Despite his critical condition, we launched an aggressive treatment plan and poured everything into his care—oxygen, antibiotics, appetite stimulants, love, and hope. But as days passed, Spike’s condition worsened. It was heartbreaking to think he had sat in a shelter for 20 days, his illness growing silently, without the urgent care he needed.
We were scared. We were devastated. But we weren’t done fighting.
We switched him to a last-ditch antibiotic—a final lifeline. And then… a spark. Spike began to respond.
He picked his head up.
He started to eat.
He wanted to live.
And then came the moment we had dreamed of but hardly dared to believe:
Spike did it.
He fought with every ounce of strength he had—and he won.
He was weaned off oxygen, upgraded from the ICU, and eventually moved to foster care. In his final days at the hospital, he traded the oxygen cage for a nasal cannula, giving him freedom to walk, breathe, and experience joy again.
And joy he did find.
This brave warrior, once suffocating in silence, was now walking, eating, exploring, and loving life. He was placed in fospice care with one of the veterinary technicians at CARES, someone who had loved him through every step of his battle—and Spike loved her just as deeply in return.
We don’t know how much time Spike had left, but we do know this: he spent every moment of it surrounded by unwavering love.
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How broken is your biscuit on a scale from "slightly crumbled" to "dropped in the gravy"?
What flavor biscuit best describes your personality?
If your crumbs could talk, what would they say?
“Second chances are the best”
Alittle more about me:
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At least 6 mini meals a day and one mini walk
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Sleeping next to my mommas head
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Barking at the wall is fun and provides endless pleasure
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Empty that Carson Shelter where I came from and bring them home to live with me
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My mom’s chicken stew
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Apparently I'm supposed to pee outside…
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Confidently going the wrong direction.
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Sunshine!
Sponsor Me
Not every Broken Biscuit is available for adoption. Many of us are seniors, hospice dogs, or have ongoing medical needs that require lifelong care. By sponsoring me, you help provide the things I need to stay safe, comfortable, and loved.
Your sponsorship helps cover:
• Veterinary care and medications
• Specialized diets and supplements
• Soft beds and cozy blankets
• Mobility support and adaptive equipment
• Daily care, comfort, and sanctuary housing
As a sponsor, you’ll also receive special updates from my life—sweet photos, little stories, and behind-the-scenes moments of my journey. You will receive fun keepsakes like a mug with my face, because every Broken Biscuit deserves to be remembered with love and a smile.
Most importantly, your support gives me the gift of stability and dignity for the rest of my life.
Will you become my sponsor and help keep me safe until forever?