My name is Jesse Esparza and I'm a writer in Los Angeles. In April of 2026 my beautiful perfect, loving, energetic French Bulldog, Little Jesse, my namesake, was diagnosed with a Mast Cell Tumor that had formed on the outside of his ear. At the time, it was diagnosed as a grade 2/ low grade tumor that didn't have a high chance of spreading.

The doctor recommended surgically removing his entire right ear to clear the cancer. I was scared at first, but had to do what it took for Little Jesse to get better. A few weeks later, his ear was surgically removed. All was looking good, and I thought we'd both continue to live normally as planned, but then I got the call that the tumor that was thought to be low grade, was actually a very aggressive, level 3, high grade tumor that may have spread to his organs. This was all, to say the least, shocking to hear. My dog, who has had a perfect record of health since I got him at 8 weeks old, is sicker than I ever thought he would be and I'm in desperate need to help him.

Remember when I said I was a writer in Los Angeles? What this actually means is I WAS a writer-- then the writers strike happened and I haven't worked since 2023. I have been keeping afloat, working little jobs, but I was never prepared to take on this level of medical expenses. When I got Little Jesse, I was a writer on a network sitcom and thought I'd be riding that wave until I had a whole gaggle of Little Jesse's, also I thought we'd all be living at the Americana, but that's a different story. I don't know if you've heard, but work in the entertainment industry has dried the hell up, especially in comedy. So I'm here, somewhere I never thought I'd be, asking for help. You know the drill. I hate asking for help. I'd be grateful for anything, even a share. All things that people say when they start Go Fund Me's. But I really do mean it. This will all go to the medical expenses that cover Little Jesse's treatment, including chemotherapy when that's needed.

Thank you. Please share if you can. I love you!