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Storm has saved my life hundreds of times. She knows tricks like spin, sit, and scream. She knows self harm prevention. When I truly had no human being who loved me in my life, I had her. When my husband died in 2019 I had her and we grieved him together. She came with me 2000 miles when we finally got free from my mother’s abuse. I wouldn’t have made it to 15 let alone 26 without her.

When it comes to my Storm, I owe it to her to throw out any dignity or pride I have for her benefit. I understand that I have an unhealthy attachment to her, and I know a part of myself I’ll never be able to get back will die when she dies. I owe it to her to make sure she doesn’t suffer for my selfishness. I’ll eat the crickets, ghost peppers, and whatever else you’d want if it means she gets whatever she needs to be comfortable until then.

I know that’s a lot of money to just ask for and I’m reaching out to any organization that may even potentially help, I’ll keep a count of what’s paid for in the notes.

Anything extra, or if the X-rays show cancer and we forgo the lab work, is going to go into an account specifically for her (hopefully) at home euthanasia, cremation, return, and urn. I can’t be unprepared if it’s sudden or if she does have cancer, that wouldn’t be fair to her. I can’t be here begging for money in the vets instead of saying goodbye if that happens.