Some days are heavier than others. And today…I’m just tired. These past few months have been confusing, stressful, and honestly overwhelming. I’ve been trying to do everything the right way - filing things correctly, following the law, asking questions respectfully and yet it still feels like doors slam shut or things get harder simply because I’m trying to understand what happened. But when it gets overwhelming, I look at Tiny…My little medical partner…My lifeline. The one who has stood by me through seizures, hospital stays, fear, and uncertainty. She reminds me why I’m fighting so hard. I’m not doing any of this to stir up trouble. I’m not doing it for attention. I’m not doing it to hurt anyone. I’m doing it because disabled people and their service dogs deserve protection, compassion, and consistency no matter where they live or what their circumstances are. I’m doing it because what happened to us should never happen to anyone else. I’m doing it because Tiny’s Bill isn’t about anger… It’s about education, accountability, and preventing harm. Thank you to everyone who’s supporting me, checking in on me, and reminding me I’m not alone. I may be tired, but I’m not giving up. Tiny didn’t give up on me. I won’t give up on this.