I never thought I’d be making something like this, but I’m terrified of reaching a point where I can’t keep up with my cat’s care anymore.

He’s been with me for almost my entire life. He isn’t “just a cat” to me. He’s family. He’s been there through some of the loneliest, hardest, and most painful moments of my life, quietly staying by my side through all of it.

People say “it’s just a pet,” but he’s not. He waits for me at the door, follows me from room to room, sleeps beside me every night, and somehow always knows when something is wrong. He’s a part of my life in a way I can’t fully explain. The thought of losing him honestly breaks me.

I’m trying as hard as I can to keep him healthy, safe, and cared for, but things have gotten really difficult financially after losing my job. I hate admitting that I’m struggling this much, but I am.

Anything raised would go toward his food, litter, vet visits, and everyday care while I try to get back on my feet. Even something small, or simply sharing this, would mean more to me than I could ever properly put into words.

Thank you for reading this. Truly.