I don’t know what to say. I feel like I can’t leave the house. I’m always afraid I’m going to find animals that desperately need help.
Driving to the town from the sanctuary we saw this dog looking weird, and walking weird like totally lost. We stopped the car to check and he was extremely weak, with deformed looking front legs. We just took him to the vet and yes, his front legs are deformed, he is blind, deaf, and has a venereal disease.
I’m not looking for this, actually. I have to cease new rescues and stop until at least the campaign I’m running succeeds. But I can’t ignore someone in need. My eyes are open, my heart is open, and I can’t pretend they are not there.
We are waiting for the results of the second test. Meanwhile, he is at the sanctuary, happy and warm receiving the medicine for his kidneys and all the love he needs and deserves.
Unfortunately, Sal passed away. We did everything to give him the best life possible on his last days. This is one of the hardest aspects of running a sanctuary: the departures. His story will remain here, also we wrote another one describing his last days with us.