Help Save Hazmat - Fighting Aggressive Cancer

Hi, my name is Nathalie, and I’m writing this because my cat, Hazmat — or Hazzy, as I call him — is fighting for his life, and I need your help.

I adopted Hazzy when he was just 4 months old from a last-chance shelter, and he’s been with me through every major moment in my adult life — the good, the bad, and everything in between.

Through heartbreaks, new jobs, moves, and moments when I wasn’t sure how I’d keep going — Hazzy has been there. Always. He’s my sweet, clingy boy who never leaves my side. If I’m home, he’s wherever I am — following me from room to room, curling up next to me when I’m sad, and quietly meowing whenever he wants my attention.

Hazzy is also a bit of a diva — he’s bougie in the best way possible. He insists on the softest blankets, expects treats on time, and has perfected the art of looking deeply unimpressed if things aren’t just the way he wants. He’s gentle, affectionate, and so deeply woven into my life that I can’t imagine coming home without him.

But now Hazzy’s facing something I can’t fix on my own.

He was recently diagnosed with Feline Injection Site Sarcoma (FISS) — an aggressive and fast-spreading cancer. His vet told me that if I can’t get Hazzy into surgery soon, I’ll lose him. The cancer will spread, and I may not have much time left.

I’ve done everything I can to save him. I’ve already paid for his X-rays, tests, a procedure to take a sample from his lump, and his biopsy — basically every test you can do to give him a fighting chance. But now I’m facing a $6,000 surgery, and I just can’t manage that alone. I’ve put everything I have toward his care, and now I’m asking for help.

If you can donate — even just a few dollars — it would mean everything to me. And if you can’t donate, please consider sharing this fundraiser. Spreading the word could make all the difference.

Hazzy is still full of life — still playing, still curling up beside me, still being his sweet, clingy, spoiled self. I know in my heart that he’s not ready to give up — and I’m not ready to say goodbye.

Please, if you can help — in any way — I would be so incredibly grateful. Hazzy has been my comfort, my constant, and my family for 9 years. I just want to give him the chance to keep fighting.

Thank you for reading this — and for caring.

With love and gratitude,

Nathalie