My sweet Luna is finally starting to feel better today, and I can't begin to describe how relieved I am. 😭❤️
A few days ago, I spent 24 hours straight doing grocery and meal deliveries, trying desperately to build up a little savings. I just wanted some financial breathing room.
Some sense of security after everything I've been going through.
I had no idea that every single dollar I earned that day would end up going toward saving Luna's life.
I went almost 30 hours without eating. I was exhausted, hungry, and already struggling with my own health, but I kept pushing because I felt like I couldn't afford to stop.
And then Luna got sick. 💔
Watching this sweet little puppy become so weak, unable to eat, vomiting, and barely acting like herself absolutely broke my heart.
She depends on me to keep her safe, and there I was, terrified that I wouldn't have enough money to get her the help she needed.
I don't think I've fully processed how frightening these past few days have been.
I'm worried about my mental health. I'm worried about what I'm doing to my body just trying to survive financially. And even though Luna is improving, I'm still terrified of something happening to her.
I've spent so much energy trying to keep everything from falling apart that I haven't really had a chance to acknowledge how badly I'm struggling myself.
I don't regret a single dollar I spent on Luna. She's worth every penny, every sleepless night, and every ounce of love I have to give. 🐶❤️
But I'm tired. Not just physically tired. I'm emotionally exhausted from constantly having to choose between taking care of myself, keeping my head above water, and making sure this little creature I love so much gets everything she needs.
I don't need a perfect life. I just want a little stability, some peace, and the chance to take care of Luna without sacrificing my own health in the process.
Today, she's doing better. And right now, that's the one thing giving me some hope. ❤️🐾