I never set out to be in rescue! Or to have a humungous pack of dogs. My husband and I often remark how its more us living alongside them, than them living with us!
We are there to clean cook, feed water and generally entertain them. And they give us??? What!!??
Poo. They give us poo. And bills. And worries. And a lack of freedom. BUT
We would not trade it for anything. After we took on our first boy, a Goldie his previous owner couldn’t handle and decided she had no time for, we took pleasure in having him. We owned him, he more or less did as he was told, sort of but was very well behaved. My husband trained him to perform some tricks, and not to pull on the lead – although Charlie (the dog) did manage to pull Pat (the husband) off a chair at a bar one time, that was funny mainly as it wasn’t my backside strewn on the ground hehehe.
And then after 6 years we were in the right place right timing for No 2 – all dogs are now numbered, we given up with names!! And they own us!!
She was a badly abused ex puppy farm breeding Goldie, in the most awful condition you can possible imagine, and only given 6 months to live!
Through tears we took her vowing to love her for the time she had left. She’s not left yet!
Then came 3 and 4, then 5 as a 5 months old Pup. 4 Didn’t get on with 2 and so we found the perfect home for her (she was meant to be a 5 week foster, stayed for 14 months)
Then 6 and 7 and then 8…. see you just sorta collect them!
8 passed away unexpectedly after 9 months – we had no idea she had digestive issues we found her in the campo and vet had given her a clean bill of health!
The pain of losing her was immense, and she definitely sent us another – No9! – the first picture, Indi, who appeared outside Jacqui Ross’s home one day. Our heads said no, our hearts said yes.
And then nearly 3 month ago a young pup was abandoned, desperately needing shelter. I told my husband it was only for 2 days…………nearly 6 weeks later a very strong and confident young pup was rehomed to her perfect home – yet another that got away!
And the place feels emptier for her going. My husband has threatened divorce if another one comes, so as long has he behaves Ill say no 😉
So how many is too many?? When Do you stop?? When there are souls left lying in ditches, puppies in bags, in boxes by the bins, adults left by owners moving on, what do you do?
How do you say no?? When is the right time TO say no?????
And I guess that’s why we ARE called LAST CHANCE, because we ARE THE last Chance for these guys.
We cannot bring ourselves to say no. All the admin wont sleep if we say no. But it does come at a cost.
We can handle the tears, the pain of losing them when they’re too sick to keep going. We can handle the mess and the stress.
But we cant handle the bills. They mount up faster than ever thought. We are continuously fundraising and trying to find ways to raise money. We all use our own monies to help where we can – we are money rich but heart filled – but there sadly comes a time when we know we cannot do more.
Without your help we cannot. Please help where you can. Share a post, donate a euro a month, offer to help put some collection tins out in your area and send us the money as it comes in, attend a fundraiser, host a fundraiser, sign up for our various schemes, some cost you absolutely nothing and the retailers send us a little per purchase, tell your friends about our work, offer to foster, short term, longer term, adopt.
So many ways to help
Help us to help them, Last Chance is a community of carers. Please be one.