Aid Asia After Losing BJ to help cover his final expenses

Hey, my name is Asia Smith. I am 20 years old. Never in my life would I have thought to be doing one of these. On November 3, 2024, my day was going fine. I woke up to the usual routine: waking up, feeding my dog, my child, my Fatman. He was and he is my everything. I took him on his morning long walk because he loves to be walked and sniff EVERYTHING. We came home and relaxed for the day. At about 8 PM that night, it was time to walk him and feed him for the night. We just began walking on Coursey Blvd from my apartments, Sherwood Acres, and I watch the road left to right every time I walk him. I even tell him as if he can hear me/talk back to me, "When you cross the street, you can't just stop and smell around. You have to walk like you have somewhere to be! There are crazy people in this world!" and no one cares about other people or human beings. But this night, we were crossing. We made it past the first section and we waited for the last 2 cars to ride by, and then we proceeded to cross that street. We made the first lane and as we approached the second lane, a car with no lights came and hit us and took my baby away from me. They continued to go without caring that they hit anybody or anything.

Everybody who knows me/watched me grow up/neighbors and all know the love I have for animals. I've always helped my neighbors with whatever they needed for their animals because I didn't have my own, but I treated them as my own. But for you to keep going and turn down that street, leaving us as I cried out, "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I know how to cross a street," over and over and over. I blame myself. Had we not crossed that street that night, we would be okay and I wouldn't be hurt. Then, as I'm trying to get my dog out of the street, I'm flagging the cars down with my flashlight on, pouring out of my eyes, screaming, "Stop!" Another car just seemed like they didn't care and hit me the second time. I jumped across the hood of the car and the people proceeded to continue by running him over, not stopping. I just wanted to grab him. I could barely pick him up because it was so overwhelming. He was my everything!!!

I had BJ since September 26, 2020. He was only 4 weeks old. I was going through a lot when I first got him and he was my emotional support. I loved him sooooo much, more than myself at times, but I continued for him and now he's gone because someone so careless was driving with no lights nor tried to stop and help us. I have been having the worst week. My car broke down on Tuesday; that was the way I made extra money doing Uber Eats. Then I started applying for jobs in walking distance of my current job so I'd be able to pay my rent because I wasn't going to be able to pay it. Then on Thursday, I lost my job. Then Sunday, I lost my best friend, my child. I'm so heartbroken by this and nobody deserves to go through this. He was not just a dog; he was MY DOG. He's not considered a dog in my eyes; he's another small human. Now I am without a companion. I'm so saddened.

I'm not asking for much. If you're able to donate, I do appreciate you so very much. BJ is currently at Sherwood Animal Hospital and they are holding him until I am able to figure out what I'm going to do. This is a fresh wound, so I'm still not able to go and look at him one last time. I already watched him take his last breath. I don't want to see him again right now in his condition. It's so sad. Nobody deserves this.