Molly's Treatment

Molly isn’t just a dog—she’s my best friend, my family, and the light that brightens even the hardest days. From the moment I brought her home, she’s filled my life with unconditional love, goofy smiles, and quiet comfort when I needed it most. But now, Molly needs me. And I can’t do this alone. A few weeks ago, Molly started limping. I thought maybe she just sprained something during one of our walks. But the vet gave us news I wasn’t ready for—Molly needs surgery to repair a torn ligament in her leg. Without it, she’ll be in constant pain, unable to walk properly or enjoy the things she loves, like chasing tennis balls or curling up next to me on the couch. The cost of the surgery is more than I can afford right now. Between vet visits, medications, and post-op care, it’s overwhelming. I’ve never liked asking for help, but Molly doesn’t have a voice—and I have to be hers. If you’re reading this, I’m asking from the bottom of my heart: please help me give Molly the chance to run again, to live pain-free, to grow old with the same joy and love she’s given so freely. Every little bit helps—whether it’s a donation or just sharing her story. She’s always been there for me. I just want to be there for her, too.