Many times I felt unsafe rescuing dogs and bulls alone, in dangerous and isolated places, where food and water were impossible to find. Many times I cried in total despair, not knowing what to do with those tiny lives on my lap, with a terminal pitbull in my car (this actually happened a few times in the past), with aggressive dogs whose hearts were overwhelmed by fear, with those who were so afraid they would recoil from the slightest touch.
Many times I cried, alone, as people passed by, blatantly ignoring their plight and my tears.
Many times I lost myself burrying a cow or a dog whose lives were utterly disregarded by society.
Too many times I cried, waiting for help from some god or the universe as I felt my spirit being drained by the suffering of innocent beings.
Creating an Animal Sanctuary was the ultimate endeavor, the best thing I could possibly accomplish in the midst of chaos. It’s not easy, but, as someone once told me, “it’s not about being easy, it’s about doing the right thing”.
