08/28/2026
I honestly never thought I would be writing this.
For months, I have begged for volunteers who would actually help—and, more importantly, people who would stick around. I have begged for help with the dogs we have brought into this rescue. I have asked, I have pleaded, I have tried to find solutions, and I have kept going.
Our supporters have been absolutely incredible. Every donation, share, message, bag of food, and helping hand has meant more than I can ever put into words. Unfortunately, as much as everyone has tried, it simply hasn't been enough to sustain what has become a one-person operation.
I am still paying expenses out of my own household pocket. I'm juggling the rescue, my family, my responsibilities, and everything that comes with keeping this going. And somewhere along the way, I stopped being able to keep up.
Then came the public attacks. Being thrown out of my home. Having to relocate. Constantly defending myself, defending the rescue, and defending why we do what we do. Constantly feeling like I have to prove that my intentions are good and that the animals matter.
There is only so much one person can take.
Maybe the people who have spent so much time tearing me down finally win. Maybe stepping away means I'm protecting myself and my family before there is nothing left of me to protect.
I don't know.
What I do know is that I gave this everything I had.
I am proud of the animals we helped. I am grateful for every person who believed in us. I am grateful for every animal that got another chance because someone cared enough to help.
But sometimes loving something isn't enough to keep carrying it alone.
So, for now, I am stepping away from the rescue.
This isn't because I stopped caring. It's because I cared so much that I kept pushing myself long after I should have stopped.
Thank you to everyone who stood beside us.
Thank you to everyone who believed in me.
And most importantly, thank you to every animal who trusted us.
It was a good run. ❤️
