I met Duke a couple of times in Metta Cats Shelter. Siew Ying, who runs the shelter, told me that he was bought as a puppy by a family 10 years ago. At 10mths old, he was to be put to sleep, as his hind legs were weak, and hence not suitable for the show-ring.
Siew Ying took him in and cared for him for his whole life until he passed away peacefully yesterday.
The Animal Communicator asked him if he had any last wishes.
The Communicator was left crying uncontrollable after speaking to him.
He asked why he was abandoned; why they left him behind. He wanted to be back in a home to protect his family – He did not know that the family he loved was the same one who wanted to end his life, because hedid not meet the set of rules put down in a book which dictated how he, as a Rottweiler, should look like.
Duke was very close to Siew Ying, and a volunteer in Metta Cats.. He showed the Communicator a lanky woman with short hair whom he wanted to see before he passed on. And he did just that – wait for her to come see him before he left this world. He actually pleaded to be brought back to her home to die, but he left before that could be done.
There are so many dogs out there- abandoned, unwanted.
So many of them are in the shelters- But these are the lucky ones. Most of the abandoned do not have the luck to meet pple like Siew Ying and myself, and are put to sleep, despite being perfectly healthy.
In the past, those who survived death spent years or their whole lives in a shelter. Before the days of social media, no one knew about them, and they were forgottten by the families who abandoned them and got away scot free, and by the rest of the world.
Fortunately, many more people are aware now, and make the decision to adopt. For that, I am really grateful.
Many people write to me telling me how they admire what I do for homeless street dogs. But really, what I do is nothing compared to the people like Siew Ying, who toil hours everyday in her shelter, and foot the rental of a few thousand, and a the mountains of food amounting to thousands herself (and with donations of course). Everyday, she leaves her shelter close to midnight. Sometimes, she spends 10-12 hours inside. Times when she is not in shelter, she works, to make money to pay for her cats and dogs. Unlike me, many of these silent workers are not tech savvy, and they do not able to reach out to many.
But the work that they do is nothing short of amazing.
Every dog and cat there is treated with love. It is a shelter, yes, it is not as clean as a home, yes, but everytime I go to Metta Cattery, there is no smell of shit, no puddles of urine. The floor is clean with no dog poo except a couple of newly pooed ones. Contrast this with my own kennel, which is taken care of by Bangladeshi workers – The place REEKS of waste. Piles of shit are always around as they come around to clear only at specific times.
This is the difference between heart, and merely doing a job.
Every dog in Metta Cattery has a story more heartwrenching than Ol Boy. There is a sexually abused dog; there is a boy who is all that remains of his pack after culling; there is a black coloured girl who was abused repeatedly for bringing bad luck to her family – scars all over.
In fact, it was Siew Ying form Metta Cats shelter who first contacted me about Ol Boy. She, and her volunteer and her peers, are the true heroes in rescue.
Think about donating to them, before you head out to a swanky eatery and splurge hundreds on a meal which is over in a few hours. Before you head into Chanel and spend thousands on a 2.55, hoping to impress pple who do not give a damn, and joining the ranks of the hundreds of other drones who trot down Orchard Road, proundly trying to distinguish themselves, but in fact, blending in oh so nicely in the sea of excess.
These people, these shelters, need your help to continue saving lives.
And help them generously.
I pay for a monthly kennel rental of $400 a month, and to save more dogs, I am taking over more kennels. Each dog I rescue incurs a bill of hundreds of dollars. Every month, I get a headache just looking at the money needed to save lives. And yet, I try my best donate to them.
So can you.