I don't really know how to start, maybe "in media really". I am terribly ashamed of myself, because at the moment I can find no other way than to ask for mercy, for help. I have a dog who suffered an injury to the anterior cruciate ligament in her right knee just over a week ago. She needs an operation, and it is supposed to cost around 2000 euros, but I have not seen it for a few years. You see, I am a disabled pensioner, I live with my mother, who is also a disabled pensioner, and with my father, who has an advanced form of dementia (I can send proof of all disabilities and medical conditions later, op.p.).We cannot afford a retirement home, we try to take care of him ourselves as best we can, but I rarely feel that I am succeeding. Watching her in pain, I am always overwhelmed by a guilty conscience, a feeling of helplessness, guilt, ... you see, that's why I write. I would like to stress that I do not want to stir up a guilty conscience with my life's confusion, only to ask for help. If it doesn't work, I understand, man cannot save the whole world, but words are not horses.