I'm writing this with tears blinding my eyes, my face swollen from crying until there’s nothing left. My soul is broken. My best friend, my entire world, my adored baby teddy bear puppy Xiao (zow) the Chow, is in the fight for his life, and I am desperately asking for your help to save him.

For years, Xiao has been my rock, my family, and my reason for going on. He's a fluffy Chow Chow with the kindest soul, a gentle demeanor, and the perfect amount of silly snow dog sass. He’s my Emotional Support Animal, but that clinical term doesn't begin to capture the depth of our bond. We laugh together—yes, he actually laughs, almost like a human—make silly noises at each other, and above all, he warms my heart with his proper pointy feet and hilarious expressions. He loves me harder and fuller than any human ever has, and he has taught me more about patience, kindness, and what love truly means than I ever thought possible.

He saved my life on so many occasions, just by loving me when I felt I didn't deserve it. Now, it's my turn to do what I can to save his.

This diagnosis came out of nowhere. After a terrifying week of emergency room visits because he suddenly couldn’t defecate, a vet felt a tumor. Still yet a week later and another emergency room vet confirming the same mass, his home vet sadly agreed. A test delivered by a doggy oncologist the following day delivered the most devastating news a dog owner can hear: Anal Sac Adenocarcinoma (ASAGA). It’s an insidious, highly invasive, and aggressive cancer that lies completely undetected until it’s already at a critical, life-threatening stage.

We are in a race against time, but we have a chance. An oncologist has given us a path forward, but it is a path I cannot possibly walk alone. The costs are staggering, and they all have to be paid upfront. Pet insurance is not an option as one singular emergency vet trip had already made this a pre-existing condition. This is where, with a heart full of hope and humility, I plead for your help. Sadly this gives us zero luxury of time. Either he recieves treatment of any kind or he will die of the cancer and its complications within a few weeks to a month or two.

The total goal is to give Xiao a fighting chance. This isn’t just for one procedure; it’s for the enduring war we have to wage against this cancer, and its resulting aftercare, future exams, medications, and more.

It will cover:

The Urgent, Life-or-Death Diagnostics: Before anything else, we need over $2,500 for critical tests—ultrasounds, x-rays, and aspirations—to see if the cancer has spread. This first step determines everything.

The Major Surgery: If we get good news, he will need an immediate, complex surgery that alone will cost over $5,000 to remove the primary tumor.

The Life-Extending Chemotherapy or Other Related Cancer Treatment: Post-surgery, a full course of chemo, estimated at another $5,000+, could give him 5 years or more as we continue to bring smiles and fluffy pets to those in and around our lives. Five more years of his wiggly little tail greeting me at the door. Five more years of his laughter, his pranks, and silly antics. Without treatment, this disease will kill him before Christmas.

The Overwhelming Aftercare: This is for all the things no one prepares you for. The endless follow-up exam visits, the specialist consultations, the costly prescription medications, the special food, and all the medical products needed for post-surgical care and any other costly future procedures. These costs add up devastatingly fast and are a critical part of his survival and quality of life.

If the tests show the cancer has already spread too far, I will have to make the most painful decision of my life: to place him on hospice care. He will likely pass away before Christmas. If that is the cruel turn fate has for my precious bear, your donations will be his final gift of peace, covering his hospice care, any emergency room visits, and all the comfort medications to make the rest of his little life as painless as possible. Any remaining funds would go toward his burial and a lasting memorial to carry me until I can see him on the other side of the rainbow bridge.

I cannot lose him. Not like this. He has never once left my side. Even now, as sick as he is, he still finds the strength to wiggle with joy when I come home. He is my heart. He is my family. Please, if you find it in your heart to help, know that you are not just donating to a vet bill. You are giving a chance to the one creature on this earth who has shown me what unconditional love truly is.

If a donation is not possible at this time, all we ask is that you share this as far and as wide as it can go!

Thank you, from the bottom of my broken heart, for any level of support you can offer!