Most people never see what happens after the headlines fade. They never see the paperwork. The transcripts. The missing property. The unanswered questions. The damage left behind. The hours spent trying to rebuild a timeline from scattered records, screenshots, photographs, and memories. For months now, l've been organizing every document, every phone call, every photo, and every piece of evidence connected to what happened to myself and Tiny. Not because it's easy. Not because I enjoy reliving it. But because accountability matters. People think advocacy is just making posts online. It's not. It's sitting for hours sorting evidence. It's learning laws and procedures you never wanted to know. It's documenting everything while trying to survive physically and emotionally at the same time. It's continuing forward even when you are exhausted. Tiny's Bill was never created out of hate. It was created because no disabled person should fear losing the animal that helps keep them alive. And no one should be left trying to piece their life back together alone afterward. This fight is bigger than me now. And I'm not stopping. If you believe more awareness is needed, please help us continue growing by signing and sharing the petition. 🖤🐾 Sign & Share: https://c.org/y9pM6x4rXh Learn More: tinysbill.com ****Huge thank you to Rachel Henrie for these incredible photos and for helping bring awareness to invisible disabilities.****