She's all i have left for my heart needs

I am screaming into the dark, writing this with a shattered soul, begging the San Francisco community to help me find my girl, Nala, who I now know was adopted out under her sister's name, Sweetpea (or potentially her sister's middle name, Jasmine). She is not just a dog. She is my daughter, my soul, and at this point, she is the only reason I have left to fight for my life.
Nala’s life started with a sacred promise. On my own, I rescued her mother and completely took care of her entire litter of 13 puppies. For six long months, I financially and physically housed, fed, and vaccinated Nala and her 12 siblings. Once their mother's original owner completed a 6-month drug rehabilitation program, I selflessly reunited them, keeping Nala as my own. When Nala was just 4 weeks old, I looked into her beautiful eyes and promised her: I will never abandon you. I will always be here for you.
But a living nightmare tore us apart. In November 2024, my grandfather—the man who raised me my entire life and was everything to me—passed away. I had to board an emergency flight to Florida for his funeral. I trusted my ex-partner to care for our two dogs. Instead, out of pure malice because I chose to leave the relationship, he called a wellness check on himself just to have the dogs ripped away from our home. He wanted Nala for himself out of spite, but in his cruelty, he completely mixed up Nala and her sisters' names when dealing with the city.
Because of this name mix-up, the SF SPCA processed my baby girl Nala under the name Sweetpea, and her sister under the middle name Jasmine, under Animal ID #A528489 on November 6, 2024.
Worst of all, he allowed them to euthanize our sweetest boy, Gunner. Gunner is gone, killed because of my ex's neglect and malice. When I returned from burying my grandfather, he hid the truth. The trauma and betrayal cost me everything—I became homeless. I didn't even have the chance to grieve the man who raised me because I spent every single day searching for my babies. It took me a literal year to find out what he had done.
I have no one now. No one but Nala. The grief of losing my grandfather, the agony of Gunner being killed, and the empty space where Nala belongs has entirely taken away my desire for life. I am fighting through tears and total darkness just to write this. I refuse to break the promise I made to her when she was 4 weeks old. My heart knows she looks and waits for me, just as I do for her. I can feel her pain across the distance.
I am pleading, begging, crawling on my knees to the Bay Area community. I hope this reaches the family who adopted her. I am not looking for trouble. I am not trying to uproot your life. I am a desperate mother who has lost everything and everyone. If you adopted a female dog from the SF SPCA around or after November 6, 2024, listed under ID #A528489, or named Sweetpea / Jasmine, please find it in your heart to reach out to me. Just to let me see her, to know she is safe, to feel her spirit—please.
If anyone remembers her, remembers this name mix-up at the shelter, or has a shred of compassion, please share this. Help me find the last piece of my heart.
I am asking for financial support inorder to
To regain my own stability and help with what means I may be met with apon finding her. Before my life struck a bottomless pit of pain and suicidal thoughts of me not being worth life to have the one thing I did everything perfectly for I made sure that not only her mother who was not initially my dog and all 12 siblings had toys food and vet care including shots and little "to-go" bags for their forever home. My job seemed meaningful I never thought of it as going without when I knew the happiness it meant and the care I could provide. Now I've saved nothing my time grows tirelessly while I search everyday for her checking my inbox speaking with the aspca who have been just as cruel to me then my ex. It never mattered nor will it if the choice they made was right or wrong or how I have the proof in the report about them selling her even tho I contacted them and legally had a rights they overlooked because of her high adoption demand. Money that's what means something I only need your help on my begging knees please I pray my life means something to someone before I agree it to be to late for me.