Fabienne's Diary

Corni, a special cat, rescued from a colony...

Corni a red and white pearl... He was rescued from a colony, where we became very ill and was taken away from there... He held his head to the side but still came to greet you friendly... even though the pus ran out of his ears... It was so infected and filled with pus, it must have hurt him so much... He received emergency surgery and is doing much better since then... but he still keeps his head to the side... If we want to know exactly what is wrong, then Corni needs a TAC. 
Corni is a special cat, very affectionate, friendly with everybody, with people and animals... Dogs, cats, they are all his friends... Corni is a cat that probably was raised in a home and with people but dumped for some reason in that colony... where he got ill and was left alone... the sad but harsh reality... 

My Christmas wish... a home for our Noechky Trece...

My name is Noechky, I was given number 13 in the killing station.. This number is supposed to bring me luck... because it saved my life... In november 2015 Fabienne saw me in the kiling station of Granada, one of the worst... After she had taken 45 dogs in her bus of of hope, she returned a couple of days later to pick me up... Because I kept screaming in her dreams that I didn't want to die, she came back to pick me up, along with 2 other Podenco's. Of that whole group, I am the only one left in the shelter... Yes, I am a Podenco, and yes I am a bit scared, I don't know anything and still have to learn how to live in a home... I am not a ready dog, no, I am just very curious to a live with a family... I am willing to learn everything, together with you, I will count on your patience, your love and open arms... 
There will be days that you love me so much and there will days that it will be a bit harder, but I am longing for an owner that is willing to give what it takes.. I dream about it every night... Since I came in with Ace/Shin, there was hope, no more despair, but hope... My nummer is 13, may it bring me the luck to find a forever home after 3 years with Ace/Shin... May I find a home for Christmas?

Mito, another one of our blind cats...

We have 4 of them at the moment, unbelievable but true, 4 blind cats... This is one of them, Mito... his eyes were so infected that it made him blind, all help came too late unfortunately... He just sat still in the grass, where the other cats would ran away for us humans. He had given up... Mito has an indescribable sweet and good character... He only has to feel that you are there and he will begin to purr out of joy... To be in your arms for the rest of his long life...  

4 little ones in a box...

They had the umbilical cord still hanging at their tiny bodies, but they were already thrown away in a box in the garbage... A man who brought his trash away late at night, heard a groan when he opened the container and there they were... 
Longing for their mama, longing for food, longing for just being able to be a puppy... A life to live, just like every living being should be entitled to. Another littter of unwanted puppies... Amalia, our foster mama, took the the heavy job on and bottle fed them. Every 4 hours the alarm clock went and they cried for the human mama who got them through this... More than anybody else, I know how that is... But the result is truly heartwarming... because they live and they play... and sleep like littlle roses when they are tired... They came into this world, without knowing anything, but they got the life and we will make sure that it will be heaven on earth for them... Lucio, Lindo, Mats and Milou are lovely puppies today, waiting for their warm basket... 

4 boxes found a the entrance of stables...

An English lady, who lives in the inlands, informed us that she had found 4 boxes at the entrance of the stables where she kept her horses... The owner of the stables wanted the doggies to be gone immediately.. and that is how they came to us... They are all different, in looks and age. The results of a the left overs of few litters, somewhere in the fields... And once they are gifted, the left overs stay behind.. They will be put in a box and dumped somewhere where they hope it will remain anonymous.. 
4 little ones who are in need of a warm basket, a home somewhere with a responsible family... 

Fortunato, wounded in the mountain where nobody came...

We gave him the beautiful name Fortunato, an name that means: somebody who was lucky... In this case he went through the eye of a needle and by luck he was found in a deserted campo in the mountains... He was wounded and dodn't have a lot of strength left... People who passed saw him lying on the floor, softly moaning.. It appeared that he had a fracture in his hip with a luxation as a result... He needed emergency surgery and everything necessary was done... Because it was so urgent, we couldn't wait, he got the necessary help immediately and he is now recovering. It was a heavy and risky operation but it went well. Fortunato is a very noble, sweet and gentle dog, with a good and social character. 
He is everybodies friend in the clinic, a big darling! Barely 2 years old and already had to go through such a hell. But we will make the difference! So many big dogs are dumped these days... nevertheless they too are true pearls in a home, once they are raised well. Lovely beings!

t is madness... When you arrive in the morning and you see a box at the gate, you already know enough... And yes, here is another proof that somewhere a mother gives birth to a litter of puppies every 6 months... The just came into the world and the puppi

We were just about to leave when a car stopped, a man got out and asked if I was from the Refugio. He had found a dog and he didn't want him... I was in doubt... it was weekend and where could I put him? But I didn't get time to think about it... It is like this: either you take him, or I will throw him out of the car somewhere... When I asked him to at least help me get the dog inside, he did that in the end, but he was very reluctant and only at the condition that he would get the chain, that still tightly hung around the neck of the poor dog, back. The dog obviously was his dog, you could see that! He was scared to death and would not have let anybody come close next to the road... His owner was a very unpleasant person, but we have gotten to get used to this... 
A few days later we got the whole picture... Dear Woelfie is a darling, submissive, gentle and social... but he is a half wolf... When I left his cage after a good cuddle, he started to cry, and cry and cry... The thing that we suspected since day one, was confirmed today.... Woelfie is a wolfshound, a hybrid Wolf... How much we would like to find a warm basket for him, that is not realistic. Wolfhounds are not happy in a home, they will destroy a lot of things and cannot feel at home within a house. 
We are trying to connect with people now who might be able to help him. Probably that was the reason that the man who came to bring him was so angry, probably a telephone or remote control was destroyed... or his nights were with filled with a crying friend... Angry neighbors, I can see it in front of me. And a lot of people can't cope.... Woelfie just does what is in his genes... He will cry all around the whole neighborhood, but he is so sweet... Yet we could domesticate him, we understood that in time... Our Woelfie should go to a place where he just can be Woelfie....

Noor was poisoned in a camp...