Hello Friends.

This is the most difficult thing I have ever had to write. This past weekend, we had to say goodbye to our beloved Tazzy boy.

For a couple of days Taz had been feeling ill. I thought that he might have eaten something off the floor and was just waiting to let his illness pass by giving him proper care to alleviate it. The next day he looked like he was getting better, but as the day progressed his behavior became more erratic, and he became more confused. I spoke to several friends who are Vets to get their opinion and they suggested that we just monitor him. However, as the night went on Taz started to foam at the mouth so we paid for a consultation with ASPCA Animal Poison Control, and they suggested we take him to a vet. As we were getting ready to leave, Taz began having seizures and his body got very hot. I grabbed an ice pack and we immediately took him to VEG (an ER for Pets) about 10 minutes away. The vet told us what our options were and she was very open and honest with what was to come within the next few hours. She explained that since his seizures brought his internal temperatures so high his organs were likely failing him, and even if they could stop the seizures he would have to be transported to a hospital and the chances he would make a full recovery were slim and he could still pass in a few days. After hearing this we realized that even if we could save Tazzy from death, his life wouldn’t be the same again.

Tazzy was the kind of dog that brought a smile to every single person he encountered, from strangers on his walks, to my friends who met and interacted with him. I know that every single one of my friends can attest to this. He was high energy, rambunctious at times, hilarious, loving and gave the best cuddles. He was spoiled rotten by me and I would always say that he deserved the best. Trust me, his food was healthier and better than ours (I meal prepped his food bi-weekly). Before he fell into his illness we had the best last couple of days with him. We took him to Balboa Park and Coronado Dog Beach the same day. The night before he past, instead of sleeping in the living room he slept in the bed with me. I am so grateful I had one last night to cuddle with him.

Even though Tazzy's life was cut short, I'm grateful to have had him for eight years. I know that the universe brought him to me so that he and I can love each other unconditionally.

We did everything we could to save our sweet Tazzy. We spent whatever money we had trying to find answers—rushing him to emergency vets, running every test and scan, praying each time for good news. We chased every possible lead, hoping for something treatable, something fixable. But after exhausting every option, we were faced with the heartbreaking truth that letting him go was the kindest thing we could do. Our hearts are shattered, but we know he’s no longer in pain. We're asking for a little bit of financial help to recover some of the costs from this difficult journey, anything at all would mean the world to us. Thank you.