Thursday, June 18, 2020
It was a long and emotional day. We experienced terrible moments. The contrast between people who would give their lives for an animal and those who can take the life of an animal without thinking and without effort is too great.
When we arrived, hundreds of eyes looked at us from all sides, one barking loudly, the other looking the other way, knowing there was no point. We wanted to make a difference for all of them and that was not possible, we knew that in advance. Therefore going to a killing station is a horrible task. But if we all look away and do not dare, they would still be there today,…
This time I went out with Victor, Noelia, and Carla, people who like us go through a fire for a life, which is always worthwhile, a world that can be saved. Great people ... who still exist.
Walking through the long lines with all those four-legged friends who want to come along with us,… We first took out the biggest dorks, because I want to save them, that is what I live for. They have certainly given up, while a healthy beautiful dog still has a chance, although here in the interior of Spain there is little opportunity.
Every day we would like to put one of these poor prisoners as an entry in Fabienne's Diary, 43 of them. And then our pussies too. I am in contact with one of the very hard guys out there, who wants to make the stories behind every dog give the extent of the possible. I like to know where each one comes from, what life story each carries, just like us humans.
The beautiful and small dogs were all coincidentally reserved!!! The mini Yorkie in the bathtub in his own dirt ... was their own dog ... and, and, ... So much more that I will not write down because it makes no sense. It is burned on our retinas and we will never forget yesterday. Never... because it was a day full of emotions, full of events.
We are going to spread our story over several days, it is too much to write down at once. But here are already some real rescue dogs, who, if we had not taken them, would have died a terrible death. Because here you are forgotten as if you never existed and there we just want to make a difference.To give those ones a chance. And yes, these suckers certainly entail costs, I know, but let us search together for the means to cope with this.
We do not reveal the name of any killing station, we help where there is little help, and we want to continue to save and to keep on rescuing these four-legged friends. Here in Spain a killing station is very normal, they are Lord and Master, and their attitude is that we should be happy to be allowed to rescue some. It goes against everything I stand for, you can't believe how much, but we keep calm and swallow. For the benefit of those who have no voice but a right to life.
Today we start with the first dog that really touched me...
Bobine. She reminded me of our rescued Bob, now happy and well, but also once dumped like a piece of dirt. When I saw Bobine lying in the dirty filthy cage, her eyes full of pus, her skeleton against the hard wall on, not a cloth, nor a pillow. I went closer. She looked at me with those saddest eyes, blurred, without a sign of anything in them.
The tough, tough man who worked there told me that she had been here for 4 months, ..."4 months, it's a good one, but you shouldn't take that one with you, because she is just existing really", ... and at that point I told him "I'm taking her". Victor took Bobine in his arms and carried it in our van, her body just went went limp, because she couldn't go on anymore. She didn't care anymore, but when she felt the soft blanket under her body the old eyes closed softly.
When we came along this morning we found her in her own dirt. She was lying in itand is in a bad condition, that is certain. Today she is already at the clinic, the vet will check her out and if it seems that Bobine really can not continue, then we'll let her go in peace. It is better to die in our arms, than to die there in the full sense of the word.
Why had Bobine not been put to sleep there? Because there was enough space. Bobine never received any care, because she was old, period.
Here's what gets us fired up ...
How many times will she have thought about her owner, to whom she was loyal all her life?
How often will she have thought, where did I end up, why? And craving for her owner to come back...
Day after day, month after month ...
Until her body no longer responded to the will to continue ...
Until her eyes could no longer see where she was…
Until her own honor made way to lie in her own feces ...
Until her stomach was better left empty than to continue fighting ...
How often, how often, ...
Until yesterday - now we're here.
Photos and videos to follow
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