Hi, I’m Lizzy — tiny toy poodle, big spirit, and my mum’s official Velcro dog.
Where she goes, I go.
I’m her shadow.
And when she says, “We’re having a shower,” I hear it instantly and leap right in with her. I LOVE our showers.
But before I became the happy little character everyone knows now, my life looked very different.
I was born in a puppy farm — crowded, scary, and full of noise. No cuddles. No kindness. No love. When Mum adopted me at eight months old in February 2025, I shook at every touch. I didn’t eat properly. My hair was so matted I had to be shaved….. I didn’t understand safety. But I trusted her… one tiny step at a time.
Just as my spark began to grow, everything changed again.
I started eating grass… stopped eating my food… began vomiting… and then the shaking started.
Mum took one look at me and knew something was terribly wrong. Off to SASH we raced — the place that would become my second home.
The vets discovered I had Addison’s disease — a life-threatening condition that my little body had been battling silently. I stayed overnight hooked up to drips, monitors, and machines… and I fought.
I survived.
But one week later, I crashed again.
Two hospital stays.
Two battles for my life.
Seven days apart.
And I fought again — and won again — because SASH never gave up on me.
After that came the daily medicine (which I pretended to take but secretly spat out all over the house). I hid tablets in my cheek like a furry little ninja.
SASH switched me to liquid medicine, so now every morning I get my “coffee shot” while Mum drinks her real one. It’s our thing.
Each month, I walk proudly into SASH for my life-saving injection — tail up, ears bouncing — greeting every nurse, vet, and receptionist like they’re my fan club (and honestly, they are).
Then, just when Mum and I thought we’d survived the worst, a new danger arrived:
A tick.
One hour I was jumping around saying hi to everyone at SASH…
and the next, I was vomiting and struggling again.
Back we went — emergency.
Back into the caring hands that have saved me before. Back to the team who kept my little heart beating.
And once again… I made it.
Today, I’m 18 months old and thriving.
I’m cheeky, loving, glued to my mum, obsessed with showers, and full of life.
I’ve survived a puppy farm, trauma, two Addison’s hospital stays, and a tick emergency — all before my second birthday.
I’m Lizzy Braveheart.
The tiny dog with the giant fight.
Alive today because SASH believed in me… and because I never stopped fighting for my happy ever after.
