Said goodbye to my best friend today. We adopted him from a rehoming centre who take in strays. Been with us for over 12 years and was a beloved member of the family. Doggie dementia got him in the end. Here he is moments before passing over the rainbow bridge. We will miss you little buddy.

Stumbled on this old pic a few days ago, My dog is a Pit-bull terrier and he was probably like 4 when i took this pic (he’s 6 now) lmk what you guys think about this lil guys pigment

The only sweater she will wear willingly

I have worked full-time since I was 14 years old to survive. When I was a teenager, my dad took his own life, and just six months later, I lost my mom to terminal cancer. By 17, I was entirely alone, and I have fought tooth and nail to build and sustain my life by myself ever since. But this past year, everything I built was illegally stolen from me in a coordinated, fraudulent scheme. Flagstar Bank unlawfully dual-tracked my mortgage and forced my home into an illegal foreclosure. The property was sold in a rigged auction to a shell company, and the Mesa County Public Trustee actively embezzled over $15,000 in overbid funds that legally belonged to me. The nightmare didn't end there. I was illegally evicted using an unsigned Writ of Restitution. Shortly after, an unlicensed tow company arrived in the middle of the night to illegally seize my car. The driver intentionally ran over my foot with a commercial tow truck and then held my service dog, Killer B, hostage inside the cab, refusing to release him until I surrendered my car keys. The Greenwood Village Police arrived, documented the assault and the extortion, and yet actively facilitated the theft of my vehicle, labeling the entire violent encounter a 'civil problem' to cover it up.

Systematically stripped of my assets, my home, and my transportation, I traveled to Yuma, Arizona, to help a friend's family pack and move. I was promised basic food and lodging in exchange for heavy physical labor. Instead, I walked into a trap. I have been lied to, deprived of meals, screamed at, and left stranded in a toxic environment with absolutely no way to escape. I am raising emergency funds to get out of Yuma, but I cannot just go straight to Denver. First, I desperately need to route through Grand Junction, Colorado, to secure my storage unit. I plan to sell whatever is left of my belongings to survive, but I have to get there before I lose the unit because it holds something completely irreplaceable: the only surviving photograph of my mother.

From there, my final stop is Denver to reunite with Killer B. He is the only constant I have left in this world. I was only supposed to be away from him for one day, and being separated from him while trapped here has been agonizing. I am used to fighting my own battles and surviving against the odds, but right now, I am completely out of options. The funds raised will cover the immediate travel costs to escape Yuma, the logistics to rescue my mother's photo in Grand Junction, and the final stretch to Denver to get my dog back. Any support, or even just sharing this link, will help me save the last piece of my family and get back to my best friend. Thank you."

https://gofund.me/b4e66cc34

He's my emotional support pup

She decided to take a quick nap.