I was born with a neurological condition called Cerebellar Hypoplasia—which makes me a little wobbly, a little slow, and very, very special. I walk like I’m dancing on clouds, because… well, I kind of am.

At just four months old, I was abandoned at a kill shelter. I couldn’t stand, I was skin and bones, and no one thought I would make it. But love—real, relentless, unconditional love—saved me. A rescue called I Stand With My Pack believed in me. They didn’t see a broken dog. They saw a beautiful soul worth saving. And they were right.

Because here I am now: not just walking, but prancing. Not just surviving, but shining. And I’m here to remind you that whatever challenge you’re facing? It’s not the end of your story. It might just be the beginning of your becoming.