I’ve made myself completely vulnerable to the public, sharing the hardest chapters and moments of my life, and the rawest parts of this journey. Seven years of pouring every ounce of my heart into saving lives.

Do you know how soul-crushing it is to keep begging for help just to stay afloat?

It hurts to give your all and realize it’s still not enough.

I love this work with every part of me. I don’t want to stop rescuing. But my finances have made that decision for me. I cannot continue at this capacity without help.

This isn’t just a cry for help, this is a reflection of how broken this system is. The inequality and lack of support in animal rescue are outrageous. So many of us are doing this alone, burning out in silence while the system continues to fail both the animals and the people trying to save them. I want people to understand that behind every rescued animal is someone who is sacrificing everything, physically, emotionally, and financially, to make that rescue possible.

I never wanted glory. I just wanted to make a real difference. Securing a foster feels like winning the lottery, and lately, I just keep losing. Please don’t let this be the end of my rescue work. Not because I don’t care, but because I simply can’t carry it alone anymore.

This is a plea.

Not just for donations.

Not just for fosters.

But for understanding. For awareness. For justice.

For someone to see the injustice in how independent rescuers are left to fend for themselves while trying to save lives. I’ve given everything I have.

And still… the world demands more.

Please. See me.

Please. Help me continue.

Gissell