Testimony

 

I have always had dogs, all of them “satitos”. First it was Susie, then Randy, then Haney, and now Rocky and Maggie Mae. Rocky is the only "breed" Cocker Spaniel. They were all given to me except Maggie Mae, whom I adopted at the request of a rescue friend.

 

This rescuer, Olguita, became a great friend. Through her I began to realize the serious problem that exists of stray dogs. Of their suffering and the lack of action both from the government but more from ourselves, society.

 

One day on Facebook I saw that they asked for “foster” for a little baby dog ​​that they had abandoned with her little brother in a trash can inside a bag of dog food. Her little brother was not saved but the great Kaney was. She was beautiful, a Pitbull mix with big green eyes that made me fall in love. I asked them to explain to me what it entailed to be “foster”. With a bit of fear, I agreed to take care of her. I fed her and gave her a lot of love and after almost a month and a half I got her “forever home”. I cried a lot when I had to let her go because you love them, but I felt great satisfaction in being able to help. I knew it would be fine. At that moment I decided that to the extent that I could be “foster” it would be one of the missions in my life. Since I do not have the money to contribute in everything that a rescue entails (veterinary evaluation, vaccines, treatments, etc.) I would do my bit; I would take action in this way. I also carry cat and dog food in the trunk of my car. With water and plastic containers. Since I cannot rescue at least I give food to those who need it. I have approached my friends and co-workers to collect two or three pennies from time to time and send them to Huellitas Caidas del Cielo to help them with the high bills they have at the veterinarians.

 

When I have a few kids left over, I call the vets and donate. NO SMALL DONATION.

 

After Kaney, came Rainy. The poor thing with a breast tumor and a heartworm. He received all the medical attention he needed. I also got Rainy his “forever home”. And later Lola appeared, Lolita as I baptized her. The poor thing, her life was in danger. She was a beautiful baby. With little black eyes and two big ears that looked like antennae. I fell in love with her but had reservations because she was a baby and one of my dogs is very anxious and cannot handle the behavior of puppies. But Lolita was different. It was a love. A kisser, affectionate, highly active but obedient. I was about to stay with her. Until a friend appeared who was looking for a dog with exactly the characteristics of Lolita. I told her you must meet her personally; the photo does not honor her. And that's how Lolita also got her “forever home”.

 

I cried a lot but deep down I felt happy and very satisfied because I am helping these rescuers who day by day help so many dogs. They invest energy, time, and money in doing hard work that is often emotionally and physically painful. They sacrifice their time and even their families to get these four-legged angels off the streets. Being “foster” is not easy. It requires responsibility, time, energy and a great commitment of love. But you know what, it provides great satisfaction. The "fosters" are particularly important and necessary. It is a great way to help those beings, the rescuers and those little angels who live in the open, at the mercy of abandonment, abuse, fear, loneliness, and disease. Make the difference. I am doing my part, how about you?

 

Carmen Luz Peña Pérez