Well, I wish it was time to give up my day job already because there is just so much to do in the township. The animals in Mission Road, the area I concentrate on, are a motley crew of...basically..medium-sized brown dogs. After generations of interbreeding, they all start to look the same. But, they all share another characteristic - soft eyes that seem to appeal to you (well, definitely to me) for help. Some are loved, fat and healthy, but many are covered in mange, thin, and living with injuries from years ago that have never been attended to. This breaks my heart and, when I retire, I will certainly be spending far more of my time in Mission Road - feeding, bathing and sterilising. I am, however, concerned about funding. At the moment, I work overtime to afford the treatment of these animals. When I retire, though, I just won't have that luxury.
Mission: Get Oprah to read my blog and donate.
This is one of the dogs that was so badly injured by a car that he had to be euthenased. When I told the owner (the gentleman in the picture) that his dog wouldn't make it, his body shook as he wept into his calloused hands. It all gets to be a little much sometimes.
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