My name is Jessica and I’m fighting to save my emotional support dog. He’s not just a “dog” he’s my rock, and my son’s best friend—Jax. I never thought I’d be the type to ask for help like this, but right now, I have no other choice.

**Jax Saved Me Before I Even Knew I Needed Saving

Before Jax, I didn’t understand how much an animal could change a person’s life. My psychiatrist suggested an ESA for my mental health struggles, and honestly, I was skeptical & I wasn’t look fwd to another responsibility but from the moment Jax came into our lives, everything changed.

Living with anxiety, depression & an entire bipolar disorder means carrying a weight most people can’t see—and worse, some don’t take seriously. I stopped talking about my struggles after overhearing the people I trusted most laugh about them when they thought I wasn’t listening. But Jax? He never made me feel like a joke. When I’m spiraling, he’s there. When I’ve cried myself to sleep, he’s curled up beside me. When the world feels too loud, he’s my quiet comfort.

He’s Not Just My ESA—He’s My Son’s Brother

My 9-year-old, Sebastian, was only four when Jax came home. What started as “Mom’s support dog” quickly became his best friend & before we knew it - Sebastian was calling him his brother, Jax is his sibling (in every way that matters) Jax had been there for first days of school, scrapes & falls, and all the big and little moments in between.

A few hours ago, Jax collapsed crying in pain and we rushed him to the emergency vet where they told us his diagnosis was GDV (Gastric Dilatation-Volvulus) —his stomach has twisted, cutting off blood flow so without emergency surgery, he’s going to die. The vet said it’s one of the most painful conditions a dog can have ‘ hearing that devastated me & all I can think is Jax has spent years soothing *my* pain; now, he’s suffering, and I can’t fix it alone.

This cost is $4200 with no complication & it doesn’t include his full after care plan.. I’m scrambling for options, I’ve been denied care credit or payment plans. I’ve sold what I can, borrowed where possible, but it’s not enough. I’ve never felt so helpless.

I’m Swallowing My Pride and Asking for Help.

I don’t like admitting I can’t handle things on my own. But this isn’t about me—it’s about the dog who licks my son’s tears away before I even hear him cry or presses his head into my chest during panic attacks almost like he’s trying to absorb the pain.

If you’ve ever loved a pet, you know they’re family. And family doesn’t give up. . Anything helps even if it’s sharing this link on social media, in pet groups, or to friends who understand. Please Pray/Send Good Vibes, we’re grateful for your support including in spirit.

To Everyone Who Helps:

You’re not just saving Jax. You’re saving the reason my son smiles after a bad day. You’re saving the quiet presence that keeps me grounded. You’re giving us more time with the pup who makes us whole.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I’ll never forget this kindness.

- Jessica,Sebastian, and Jax

P.s I’ll post updates on Jax’s progress. Your support means everything to us.