Five years ago, my little dog Taz slipped through the cracks of my world and vanished. He was my shadow, my joy, and losing him felt like losing a piece of myself. I searched every day, plastering missing posters across neighborhoods, calling his name, hoping he’d hear me. Days turned to weeks, then months, but I never gave up. Then after years, a friend of a friend saw one of my online posters they reached out. Taz had been found, a city away, alive and waiting. When I held him again, his small body trembling against, it felt like time had folded in on itself, erasing the ache of those lost years. I need help covering his medical expenses and I want to take time of off so I can take him to see the world he missed. Blessings and most importantly Thank you!❤️