I remember each of my dogs. Those whom I was able to save and whom I could not. The life story of any volunteer is not only about victories. It's a huge number of difficult moments. But there is something that makes you come back every time - it's the memory of those to whom you were able to give a happy life.
Dogs live very little. Often my meeting with them begins with several months of struggle for their lives. This is a time that could be happy if people were kinder. Almost every one of my pets lost a few months of their already short life because of human cruelty or indifference.
Now it seems that they have forgotten about the bad things that happened in their lives. They are no different from ordinary pets. They have delicious food, sleep on the couch, have toys. And of course I love them all. I don't know if they remember, but I remember everything perfectly.
I'll be lying if I say my life is a world of pink ponies. Not at all. It's getting harder every year. And now, during the war, it has become quite difficult. But they are still carefree and for this I do everything I can.
Now I have eighteen dogs. The last two are very tiny. Fortunately, none of them are sick, but two need to be examined because of their age. I want to do it as soon as possible, but for now my finances are only enough for food. But I can handle it.
