"I showed up to the vet and couldn't remember when her symptoms started or what meds we'd changed the week before. She deserved better than my memory."
My German Shepherd made it to 13. Her last two years were constant vet trips, four different medications, and my family trying to help but nobody knowing what the other person had already done that day.
Notes in my phone. Then a spreadsheet. Then just trying to remember. It never worked.
After she passed, I couldn't stop thinking about how much easier it would have been to have one place for everything. So I built it.