Jake never made it to rehab.

He was packed, ready and determined to get clean after years of struggling with meth. Just one thing held him back: his two German shepherds. No friends or family could take them. No shelters would guarantee they’d be returned. So Jake stayed home, hoping a solution would come.

It didn’t.

A few days later, his friend Ken Moses received a call from police. Jake had overdosed.

“I’m sorry, it’s still hard,” says Moses, whose eyes well with tears now, nearly five years later. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was to getting help — and how something so small, so fixable, stood in the way.”

Out of loss, a sense of purpose

Jake’s death wasn’t just a personal tragedy. For Moses, it exposed a devastating gap in the recovery system, one he hadn’t seen un

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