Please Help My Mommy and Me — Love, Tibo ❤️

Hi, I’m Tibo. I’m a big puppy with a big heart, and my mommy is my whole world.

About three months ago, my mommy lost her job. Everything happened so fast. She tried to find another job, but she couldn’t find one in time to pay the rent. Before we knew it, we had nowhere to go but our car. and that day was August 9th.

Mommy never imagined this could happen to us. But sometimes, life changes in a moment, and even good people can lose everything.

The hardest part is that shelters often cannot take people with pets. Mommy had to choose between keeping me by her side and finding shelter for herself. She chose me because she loves me too much to give me up.

She thought about finding me another home, but she wanted to make sure I would be safe, loved, and cared for. As a big dog, I could face a difficult future in a shelter. So we stayed together, living in our car, hoping things would get better.

Now, after 3 months of trying to survive, mommy is having serious health problems, and we desperately need a little help.

We are asking for $5,000 to help us get back on our feet.

This help would give mommy a chance to focus on her health, find a job, and rebuild our lives.

We’re not asking for a miracle. We’re asking for another chance in life.

If you can donate, even a few dollars would mean the world to us. And if you cannot donate, sharing our story could help us reach someone who can.

Thank you for caring about a mommy who refused to abandon her puppy, even when life became unbearably hard.

With all my love and a little wag of my tail,

Tibo ❤️

PS: Check out below Mommy' s message

Mommy: Help Us Find a Home — And Give Us Three Months to Rebuild Our Lives

We're not asking for a lifetime of support.

We are asking for a chance.

A chance to get Tibo and me into a stable place, to stop waking up every morning wondering how we'll find gas, what we'll eat, or where we'll turn for help that day.

I made the decision not to leave my puppy behind and go to a shelter alone. I chose to stay with my baby and face this together.

But living in a car, especially while sick and exhausted, makes it incredibly difficult to find work and get back on your feet.

What we need is a place to call home and enough breathing room for the next three months.

Three months to sleep, recover, take care of our basic needs, apply for jobs, attend interviews, and hopefully get that first paycheck coming in.

We re not asking people to solve our lives forever. we re asking for a little help to give us a real chance to solve them ourselves.

We chose to stay together. Now we're asking for help to find our way home together.

### Surviving in a Car Is Not the Same as Having a Place to Live

What people may not realize is how difficult it is to survive day after day in a barely functioning car, especially as a woman alone with a puppy. I have no access to a proper shower, no consistent personal hygiene, barely any sleep, no real safety, and absolutely no privacy. I cannot simply close the doors, settle down, and feel safe for the night. I cannot run an old car all night to stay comfortable, and I cannot afford to keep the engine running indefinitely just to protect myself and Tibo from extreme weather. Every night comes with its own challenges, and every morning starts with exhaustion.

Even the simplest daily necessities become complicated. Every time I need to use a restroom, it means finding another store or gas station, sometimes just a few parking spaces away, and starting the car again. Every little trip consumes gas. We may barely be moving from one place to another, but the constant need to relocate, find restrooms, seek shade, escape the heat, find food, and take care of Tibo's needs makes the gas disappear surprisingly quickly.

And getting gas is another daily struggle. I spend hours trying to find enough help just to put a few dollars in the tank. Much of my day is spent asking for gas assistance, trying to find something to eat, and trying to find somewhere to stay without being asked to leave or threatened with trespassing for staying too long. Even finding a little shade or somewhere to sit safely becomes a daily challenge. I'm constantly trying to figure out where we can go next.

Meanwhile, my body is paying the price. I'm sleep-deprived, without proper hygiene, without regular nutritious meals, and without the basic conditions needed to maintain my physical and emotional well-being. Eating whatever inexpensive food I can find becomes the norm. There is no routine, no stability, and no opportunity to properly rest and recover.

And this is where homelessness becomes a vicious cycle. People might wonder why I'm not simply applying for jobs, attending interviews, or finding a way to get back on my feet. The reality is that I can barely manage my daily life from a cell phone. I cannot reliably commit to interviews when I don't know where I'll be, whether I'll have enough gas to get there, or whether I'll have had enough sleep to function properly. I cannot present myself for a job interview when I have no access to a shower, clean clothes, or even a decent night's rest.

My days are consumed by trying to secure the necessities that most people take for granted: gas, food, a restroom, shade, shelter from the weather, and a safe place for the night. In between all of that, I still have Tibo, my puppy, depending on me and needing my care.

At this point, I'm not spending my days building a future. I'm spending them trying to make it through another day.

**I'm not refusing to work. I'm not choosing not to look for employment or trying to avoid responsibility. I'm trapped in a situation where the daily demands of survival are preventing me from doing the very things necessary to escape homelessness.** How can I consistently apply for jobs, prepare for interviews, show up presentable, and commit to a work schedule when I cannot even guarantee a shower, a full night's sleep, enough gas to get somewhere, or a safe place to park for the night?

It is incredibly difficult to find a way out of homelessness when almost all my time, energy, and resources are consumed by the daily struggle to survive it.

I don't need a luxury. I need a temporary stable place to stay, the ability to sleep, shower, take care of myself and Tibo, and finally have the opportunity to focus on finding employment and rebuilding our lives.

Thank you

Tibo and Mommy