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rescue my rescuers

I'm at the end of my rope, reaching out to anyone who might hear me. I have four dogs who are my entire world—they're not just pets, they're the reason I'm still here. A few years ago, when I was in a place so dark I didn't think I'd ever come out, these dogs gave me a reason to keep fighting. Now, they're the ones who need help, and I feel helpless. Tyson, my sweet maltipoo, is struggling just to breathe. He has a collapsing trachea and urgently needs surgery to survive. Bruno, my little chihuahua/jack russell mix, is in constant agony from a terrible infection in his back paw. Lucky, my brave miniature schnauzer rescued from a life as a bait dog, has a lump growing on his back that needs to be checked before it gets worse. And Bailey, my beautiful Shih Tzu, needs dental work that I just can't afford. I've been disabled for 12 years, but I worked so hard to earn my master’s degree in human services, hoping to turn things around. I apply for jobs every day, but no one will give me a chance. I have no family, no friends to turn to—just these dogs, who saved my life, and now I have to save theirs. I have tried everything—care credit, charities, reaching out for help—but I keep hitting dead ends. I'm begging, really begging, anyone who reads this: please, if you can spare anything at all, help me care for my babies. Every single dollar makes a difference. I don’t know where else to turn. Please, if you have it in your heart, help me keep the only family I have left alive and well. My dogs are all I have. Please help us.

Below is the GoFundMe link, and please, if you can’t donate, then please, please, please share my story so that someone else may be able to help me/

https://gofund.me/2e809740

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