The greatest Love I have ever known, Violet.

Seven years ago, in the wake of Hurricane Michael’s devastation of Panama City, FL, I found the greatest love of my life—Violet, a tiny Titan of a puppy who became my reason to rebuild. Every brick laid, every step forward, every battle fought was for her.

In 2021, we secured a humble basement apartment here in Western North Carolina where, for the first time in years, we thought we were safe.

But safety is a fickle thing.

At the end of 2024, another monster came—Hurricane Helene. It stole the power, the water, the food, and every last dollar. For weeks, we were stranded in darkness, our world shrunken to the dark, damp walls of that basement. But in the void, Violet was, is, my light. My unshaken, fearless guardian was raised in the ruins of disaster, fortified by it, finding joy even in the wreckage—particularly in the endless supply of sticks, as if they were mana from on high and taught a lesson of perspectives.

And yet, when the storm passed, the real losses began. My home—gone. My beloved FJ Cruiser—gone. Thousands of dollars in personal belongings—gone. But I had her. And in the grand, cruel arithmetic of catastrophe, that was enough.

Or so I thought.

The worst was supposed to be behind us. We clawed our way back, securing a new home, daring to believe that maybe, just maybe, the universe would grant us a reprieve - how naive.

For as soon as we dared to shift from just surviving came cold irony once more —Violet, my now-not-so-tiny Titan, was attacked by a neighbor’s dog. And now, after everything we’ve endured, everything she made better now weighs upon my chest as shes never needed me more than now to deliver the urgent medical care she needs.

She requires sedation, treatment, and aftercare. And while I didn’t ask the world for help when disaster stole everything else, I am begging now. FEMA has provided some assistance, and I’ve been receiving disaster unemployment, but that ends this month. I have reached out to every organization I can find for help, only to be met with dead ends. So, this is my cry to the cosmos.

Every single cent raised will go directly toward Violet’s veterinary care and recovery. I can live without a home, without a car, without the frivolities of modern life. But I cannot live without my heart—without Violet.

Please, if you can spare anything, help me save my girl.

Please.