What hurts me the most is not leaving. It's not being able to take them with me."

My name is Claudio. I live in Santa Fe, Argentina. And after five years of paperwork, resignations and silent struggle, I am about to fulfill the dream I gave up everything for: moving to Denmark with European citizenship and a firm job opportunity.

But I cannot speak of a "new beginning" if Kevin and Frida, my dogs, my companions, are not with me.

Kevin is 16 years old: He doesn't run like he used to, he hears less and sees little but he is in good health; he also has his quirks and whims and is the king of the house and can't be left behind in this final stretch of his life. Frida: she is 8 years old, very respectful, affectionate, eats everything and doesn't like me lying down looking at my cell phone. she doesn't like to be blown either, ha ha; she is also afraid of noises. How can I explain to her that it is not abandonment, but the search for a better future?

I once had a little dog who died alone in the dark and in a cage at the vet clinic.she died without seeing me and feeling lonely.I don't want that to happen to my doggy friends.

I tried everything.

During these years I paid lawyers, managers, translators. I took my dogs to the vet, vaccinated them, put the chip on them, bought the carriers required by the airlines. I work with my hands in a bicycle workshop. I don't have a credit card. I have no access to loans. I am a social single-taxpayer. My father is retired. My two friends are unemployed. And the little I have left is only enough for my ticket and a temporary place to sleep for the first few days in Denmark.

The money raised is to pay for the transfer of the two dogs to Denmark from Argentina and payment of deposit and first month's rent of a house or apartment that allows pets.otherwise the dogs would remain indefinitely in Argentina without receiving the care and love that their owner gives them.one of them is already 15 years old and it would not be fair that he dies without being with his owner.

I am not asking you for pity. I'm inviting you to help me not to choose between the future and love.

If you ever clung to a being who held you without words, you know what this means.

If you ever felt that your family is not only made of people, but also of paws, snouts and silences that heal, then you know why I write these lines.

Any help, even sharing this story, adds up. And every peso that arrives will be used with transparency: I will show invoices, photos, certificates, everything necessary for you to trust. Because this campaign is not charity. It is a bridge. A one-way ticket to a life together, where no one is left behind.

Thank you for reading me. Thank you for looking at Kevin and Frida not as dogs, but as what they are: my family.