Hi there, humans. My name is Titus.

Four months ago, I ate the most delicious roast ever.

I dove in like it was my last meal on earth.

What I didn't know was that it might actually become my last GOOD meal.

One minute I was in food heaven, but the next minute my tummy started doing scary backflips.

Since then: three vets, lots of tests, six rounds of medications. So many cold metal tables. Nothing worked.

I used to be a chunky, happy boy who took up the whole couch and wasn't sorry about it.

Now my ribs show through my fur.

My collar hangs loose around my neck.

My humans whisper to each other when they think I'm not listening, and I heard them say if we don't figure this out soon, I won't make it another month.

That scared me more than any vet visit ever has.

And honestly, I too know there's not a lot of dog left in me to keep going like this.

But I haven't given up hope just yet! And neither have my humans.

We need a $3,500 CT scan - this big fancy machine that can maybe finally tell us what's been making me feel so awful.

Maybe it'll show what all those other tests missed. Maybe it'll be the key to getting my appetite back, my energy back, my chunky cheeks back.

So I'm asking you...

Will you help me find my wag again?

Every dollar gets me closer to answers, and any extra rolls to follow-ups and meds.

Every share gets me closer to feeling like myself again.

I miss being excited about dinner. I miss my frisbies after meals. I miss being the chunky, happy boy who brought so much joy to my family.

I just want to be ME again.

With hope and tail wags (even if they're smaller these days),

Titus