I don’t even know how to start this.

My hands are shaking while I type this, and I keep wiping my tears off the screen.

My dear Nacho…

I still can’t believe I’m writing these words.

Nacho isn’t just my cat. He’s my best friend. He’s the one who’s always there when I come home. The one who sleeps next to me. The one who somehow always knows when I’m not okay.

And now I’m being told he has malignant lymphoma.

Hearing that felt like my heart dropped. I never imagined I would have to fight cancer with my little buddy. He doesn’t deserve this. He’s such a gentle, loving soul.

There is a chance to help him. He needs surgery and medical treatment.

A chance to stay with me longer.

A chance to keep living the simple life he loves.

But the costs are more than I can handle on my own.

Asking for help feels uncomfortable, but losing him would hurt so much more.

If you can help, even in the smallest way, it would mean everything to me.

If you can share this, it already helps more than you know.

Nacho has been there for me when life was hard.

Now I just want to be there for him.

Thank you for reading this.

Thank you for caring about my little fighter.