Max had been my best friend for over a decade.
Through the divorce, the move, the pandemic—he was my constant.
So when I noticed him itching nonstop, I panicked.
I cleaned, sprayed, vacuumed, and bought every “natural” flea treatment on Amazon.
Each bottle promised relief. Each one smelled worse than the last.
The house reeked of chemicals, but I kept telling myself,
“It’s worth it if it helps him.”
But then I noticed something worse.
After every treatment, Max would shake, sneeze, and crawl away
.
His eyes watered. His tail dropped.
And that bed he loved?
He wouldn’t go near it.