Fighting for My Life & Longing for My Service Dog

My Story

I never thought I would be here fighting for my life in a hospital bed, alone, hooked up to wires and tubes, praying I’ll get the chance to go home again

What started as a small infection spiraled out of control. Within days, my body was in full sepsis. My blood was poisoned. My lungs collapsed under severe pneumonia. Doctors told me the truth no one ever wants to hear: “You might not make it.”

Every single day has been a battle to stay alive. The pain, the fear, the exhaustion… it’s unbearable. But the hardest part isn’t the sickness

The hardest part is being separated from the one soul who keeps me alive inside my service dog.

My Lifeline

My service dog isn’t “just a pet.” He’s my anchor. My lifeline. He’s trained to help me manage PTSD, anxiety, and depression

On my darkest days, he’s the reason I can stand up. The reason I can face the world. The reason I’m still here

And now… he doesn’t understand why I’m gone. He’s waiting for me, confused, wondering if I abandoned him. The thought of him lying there, waiting at the door, breaks me more than the tubes in my chest ever could

Our Bond

Before this nightmare, we did everything together. He gave me freedom, independence, and hope

Why I Need to Heal

This fight has drained everything from me. The endless hospital stays, the treatments, the medications… the bills are crushing. And the longer I’m here, the longer I’m separated from the one who gives me the will to keep going

I hate asking for help. But right now, I have no choice. I’m broken physically, emotionally, and financially

Your support will help me

* Cover the overwhelming costs of my medical care

* Heal safely and recover when I finally leave the hospital

* Reunite me with my service dog, my anchor, my reason for living

Please Help Me Get Back to Him

I’m fighting for my life. But more than that, I’m fighting for love, hope, and the chance to be reunited with the only one who has ever truly saved me

Please if you can donate, you’re not just helping me survive. You’re helping me come home to him

If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share means the world

From the bottom of my heart, thank you