06/04/2026
I debated for days about whether to make this post.
The truth is, I don't like asking for help.
Every time I sit down to write a fundraiser, I worry that people are tired of seeing them. I worry that I'm bothering people. I worry that everyone is struggling with their own bills, their own lives, and their own challenges.
But then I look out at the foxes and skunks who depend on me every single day, and I know I have to put my pride aside and ask.
Last month was one of the hardest months we've had financially. Our monthly food budget for the sanctuary animals is approximately $600. Together, we only raised less than $200.
That allowed us to cover food for the skunks, but it wasn't enough to place a new meat order for the foxes. Instead, I had to stretch the previous month's supply much longer than I should have. To make it work, I found myself relying on fillers like dog food more often than I'm comfortable with. While dog food can be used occasionally as a treat or supplement, it's not the diet I strive to provide for them.
The foxes don't understand fundraising goals.
They don't understand inflation, rising costs, or difficult months.
They simply trust that when they run to the fence to greet me, breakfast will be there. They trust that dinner will come. They trust that they'll be cared for.
And that responsibility weighs heavily on me.
Something many people don't see is how emotionally difficult rescue and rehabilitation can be behind the scenes. While there are incredible people in this community, there can also be a lot of judgment. Over the years during a time when I was completely overwhelmed and physically couldn't take in another animal, I was told that animals would die because of me, that I don't care about anything but infant animals because they were "cute" when legally infants were all I was allowed to help, that I shouldn't refer to myself as a sanctuary, even though the literal definition of sanctuary is providing temporary/permanent safe haven to animals in need.
Those words have never fully left me.
The reality is that none of us can save every animal. We all have limits. We all carry burdens that others don't see. And sometimes the pressure of trying to do right by every animal, every day, can feel crushing.
That's one reason I don't post as often as I probably should. Anxiety has a way of convincing you to stay quiet. It tells you people don't care. It tells you you're asking too much. It tells you to handle it yourself.
But the truth is that no sanctuary or safe haven has ever been built by one person.
It's been built by a community of people who care.
People who celebrate Swift's silly antics, smile when Anubis demands attention, laugh at the skunks, and genuinely care about the animals who call this place home.
Today, I'm asking for your help.
We need to raise funds for food for our 8 foxes and 2 skunks. Every donation, no matter the amount, goes directly toward keeping them fed and cared for.
🦊 PayPal: PayPal.me/beckster3p
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🦊 CashApp: $NurturethenNature
If you're unable to donate, please consider sharing this post. Sometimes a share reaches the one person who can help make all the difference.
Thank you for supporting these animals. Thank you for believing they matter. And thank you for reminding me, even on the difficult days, that we're not doing this alone.
❤️ Rebecca and the furry gang.
