A Second Chance for Max

Max was never just a dog—he was family. Every morning, his tail-wagging excitement filled the house, and every night, he curled up at my feet like he belonged nowhere else. But last week, everything changed.

A speeding car. A yelp of pain. And then silence.

Max survived, but his leg didn’t. The vet said amputation was the only option, but the cost? $800—money I don’t have. Now, he lies there, whimpering, eyes full of trust, waiting for me to fix things like I always have.

I won’t let him down. Please, if you can help, Max deserves a second chance at the life he loves.