In 2020, we (physically) scooped Rebecca off the street. When we met her, I immediately knew this was my second child. She's been my daughter's best friend and caretaker as they've grown up together.

Recently, she's stopped eating. After attempting everything we could on our own (tasty foods, OTC treatments), we were aided by our other family to get her into an emergency vet. She went home with medication and a small sigh of relief, thinking it might have been a simple stomach problem. Several days after, she still won't eat or drink, and she wobbles around, often falling over herself. The vet says it's crucial that we get an ultrasound as soon as possible - these symptoms could mean a life threatening diagnosis. Due to the holidays, all local radiologists are on (well earned) vacations, but I was able to find an emergency appointment across the state.

Unfortunately, this ultrasound is a price two mall employees can't pay, especially at Christmas. But I would legitimately do anything for Rebecca, I just want my cat back. The cat that cuddles my daughter when she's sick and dashes to the door to check the mail with me.

I just want her to be okay.