My dog Freddie means more to me than words could ever describe. When I first saw him, I immediately came to tears. He was the last puppy from his litter that was left, and the breeder informed me that no one wanted him because of his drastic overbite. I brought him home that day, and we have been inseparable ever since. He has been there for me throughout all the past 9 years - good and bad and when I felt like I had no one.

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The day I discovered Freddie's diagnosis is a day I will unfortunately never forget - January 28, 2025. It hit me really hard because I prayed countless days that the outcome not be cancerous. It was the hardest pill I've ever had to swallow and without a doubt the worst day of my 34 years. I really didn't know which direction to turn and had zero motivation to even get out of bed. But after about a week, I pulled myself together and trusted in the Lord and since then, He has literally moved mountains and I could not be more grateful. From all the generous donations for Freddie's major surgery to now receiving a fully funded grant for his chemotherapy sessions, I am truly speechless. This has shown me that the power of prayer really does work. There are no words for what this grant means to our family, but we will forever be grateful