And if you read that and said "geez, no car and no credit card, she's barely an adult human person," you are correct. Hence why we are seeking help.

Vet's best guess is a brain tumor. Told me I could spend thousands on an MRI, but at age 13, there's nothing they can do, and all an MRI would do is confirm. Lyla is on her way out and there's nothing I can do.

It's been less than a year since I last had it, and I haven't exactly been taking care of myself since then. Everything needs to stop piling up on me. I just need a second to breathe.

I'm trying to stay calm because she feeds off my energy and tries to comfort me. I'm doing whatever I possibly can for her. But please, please put out every shred of good energy you can for Lyla. She's so strong and people are always surprised to learn she's 13, but we all need help sometimes.

TO BE CLEAR, she is still with us and is home with meds, but I wouldn't call her stable just yet. I woke up about an hour and a half ago to what may have been seizure 3, and have been comforting her since. She just now started to fall back asleep.

My dog, who'd just had a scare the day before, going from happily bouncing and playing like she usually does when I come home, to staggering, keeling over in my lap, wetting herself and making the scariest noise I've ever heard her make, is in the banks and will haunt me the rest of my life.

Hecate loves you! 😁🔥🔥🔥

Please reach out if you need help. I say this as someone who has reached out recently. If you need help, ask for help. You're more loved than you realize.

I am rational and insightful and empathetic. A triple whammy very few people encompass. And people look up to me for it. So FUCK YOU, you sad bitter old bats who need something to be mad at. I'm gonna keep making people's lives better. What are YOU gonna do?