This past year has been incredibly challenging for me and my pets. After losing three immediate family members, some without insurance, I found myself helping to clean up their properties, which led to losing my own apartment. In the midst of this, my jeep was stolen, and my jobs weren’t flexible with time off, so I lost them as well. With all the upheaval, my dogs’ needs have had to take a back seat. One of my pups has nails growing back into his toe, and both are struggling with dental issues that I haven’t been able to address.

Money has been tight with constant moving and storage expenses. I inherited a family vehicle that was always in need of repair, and eventually, I had to take a loss and sell it. I managed to get a new place and job, but after six months, I still have belongings scattered in storage and now have to move again from an apartment I can’t afford. Most places don’t accept pets or require deposits I simply can’t pay. I’m tired of living off cup o’ noodles and rice—funny, but not really. The emotional and physical toll has been overwhelming, and I’m losing hope and strength to keep fighting.

All I want is an affordable place to lay my head, a warm home where I can rest and my dogs can be cared for. I’m willing to work and have spent 45 years serving my community in the hospitality industry, but it’s hard to find opportunities that fit my experience and age. I’m reaching out for help to get my pups the vet care they need and to find some stability for us both. If you’re able to support, it would mean the world to me. Thank you for considering a hand up—not a handout. God bless.