09/03/2026
I hope whoever reported me is happy.
Because you have taken 13 of the reasons I get up every day.
You have taken 13 little lives that gave me purpose, that gave me something to fight for when I was struggling, and that made all the exhaustion, stress, money, and sacrifices worth it.
These aren't “just pets” to me.
They are the reason I keep going. They are my sanctuary. They are my responsibility. They are part of the dream I've poured so much of myself into building.
And now, because of a city ordinance, I have until September 13th to reduce the number of animals in my home.
I have found another place for them, so I am doing everything I can to keep my sanctuary together. But the fact that I even have to uproot them from their home and scramble to make this happen is devastating.
You didn't just file a report. You disrupted the lives of 13 animals and started tearing apart something I have worked incredibly hard to build.
You are destroying a dream that meant everything to me.
I don't know what you hoped would happen when you made that report. Maybe you thought you were simply enforcing a rule. Maybe you didn't know what these animals meant to me.
But I hope you understand that behind those 13 guinea pigs are 13 lives, 13 personalities, 13 animals who depend on me—and one person who has dedicated so much of her life to making sure they are safe.
I will do everything I can to protect them.
I will move them.
I will rebuild one day.
But I will never stop fighting for them.
Wheekful Blessings may be getting forced out of our home, but you haven't taken away the dream.