Kiara has always been healthy, but two weeks ago I found a hard lump near her belly button. It has grown rapidly, and as of Tuesday it began to bleed (whether from licking at the rapidly stretched skin or a broken blood vessel, I dont know). I am terrified, especially as I am physically disabled due to lifelong chronic health conditions, with no income right now and I have already struggled to keep up with bills and the boys special food (as theyre elderly with their own conditions and no teeth, they require specific food and to be spoonfed everyday).

Kiara didnt show any signs of pain, but the lump is clearly uncomfortable (with 2 additional smaller lumps now popping up nearby), and I know now she could make a FULL RECOVERY WITH URGENT CARE. The funds will cover a vet visit, bloodwork/scans, and possible sedation and medication to treat what I now believe are ABCESS/CYSTS (READ UPDATES). WHICH IS VERY EASILY TREATED IF HANDLED SWIFTLY. SHE WOULD MAKE A FULL RECOVERY AND BE ABLE TO LIVE MANY MORE YEARS!!!!

If you are able to donate, even a penny, I am forever in your debt. Kiara is my reason for living, my baby, my daughter, my reason to keep going, and my hope for a more peaceful future. Helping her would also be saving me. Life would lose all warmth and light if I lost her. We don’t have anybody left—just each other. Me, Kuroo, Ty, Tanner, and Kiara. Nothing would be the same without her. Thank you to anyone who reads, shares, or donates. This is the very last thing we needed right now, and I just want to make sure she is okay. I am afraid for even one more day to go by. I can’t lose her, WE cant lose her. She is the glue in this house.

Kiara | Her Story & Personality

Kiara was a raggamuffin from the streets, abandoned in a cardboard box in the winter of 2013. I was the luckiest person ever that day. She was barely 4 weeks old, alone, out in the snow... I took her in and she bonded with her brother (my first soul baby). She was (and still is) so tiny, with a kitten-like build, a sassy personality, and so incredibly loving. Shes cautious, but when she trusts someone, she’ll curl up on them and refuse to let them move. She sleeps on my chest/under my chin every night (right where her big brother slept before he passed in 2021 due to cancer), and during the day shes attached to my hip. We’ve only ever been apart when I was caring for my mum before she passed from cancer, I cant imagine a world where she is not right next to me. Kiara is the oldest (turning 13 this October) and runs the roost, not afraid to keep the boys in line but also gentle enough to rub against the dogs if they sit still and retrain from excitedly running her over. She’s like a judgmental French girl—unimpressed with most, but intuitive and loving. Her cheeks and chin are her favorite scratch spot (you must use both hands, like an expensive facial), she likes human food torn up into teeny tiny pieces, she takes joy in exfoliating my face at night with her sandpaper tongue. She is my everything, my baby, and one of the four reasons I strive to see specialists again and reach a more functional place despite my physical disabilities... So I can take care of them, give them all the things they've always been used to, and so I can strive to outlive them once they have truly lived to their FULLEST potential.