I am not an animal abuser. My animals are very well cared for—fed, healthy, active, and thriving. I’ve spent years learning, building proper setups, and making sure every one of them is given the best life possible. You don’t get to twist that into something ugly because of rumors or assumptions given to you by my malicious exes.

Yes, I had to put one animal down, and it wrecked me. I spiraled hard because I care. I’m not some heartless person who shrugs that off—I broke down over it. Like I do anytime an animal of mine gets hurt, sick, etc.

And let’s be real: a lot of what I said or did during that time came from being in a bad mental place. My uncle’s actions and what happened surrounding that situation put me in a dark, self-destructive mindset. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was angry, hurt, and unstable, and I said things I shouldn’t have. But I’ve grown since then. I’ve worked on myself and my animals never suffered because of it. I know its not an excuse, but its a catalyst.

As for the permit issue, I was told—by multiple people I’ve worked under and trusted—that certain species could be collected within limits. I followed what I believed was correct information. There was never bad intent or neglect. Just misunderstanding.

So whoever decided to send a false, anonymous tip to the warden accusing me of abuse—you crossed a line. That’s harassment, and it’s disgusting. My animals are not abused. They’re thriving.

I’ve taken accountability. I’ve owned up to my mistakes. But dragging me through the mud for something that isn’t true—again—is exhausting.

This is your final warning: stop. If this harassment and defamation continue, I will get a lawyer involved. I’m done being treated like a monster when all I’ve ever done is love and care for the animals I keep.