The contact was made via Badajoz to myself regards an older galga who was thrown over the fence into a volunteers property who helps out in the local refuge. Thin, and life robbed from her, clearly bred from, and in poor condition. A wound open, oozing and yet blue spray had been sprayed on the place, where her galguero had disowned her and removed her chip! His mind clear and no guilt for he has done in his mind, the right thing.. "dumped her over the fence, with blue spray on her wound which he has caused!"
With no feeling, no life within her she was at least safe. Having dedicated time to her galguero giving her all, and no longer wanted for her pups will be new blood and she, underweight, poor skin, and knocking on in age, just wont do anymore. Surplus to requirements, theres just no need to keep her. For in her galgueros eyes she has no feelings, no heart or soul and yet she drowns in sadness for she has never felt the embrace of a person, never been proud of, and never been loved.
The day she was thrown over the fence into the volunteers land, was her day of freedom. Since 2 weeks on, she has come to 112 carlota galgos stables and its here we met Marci!
Scared, and timid getting into the van, we met her carers at the top of the road. They had brought her all the way from Badajoz, Fatima and Sebas. Her fur so soft running through my fingers, her eyes so dark and face so soft, I could only melt as I embraced her. She approached dubiously but curiously and its here she will find herself, what she is worth, and that someone somewhere will love her for who she is.
At 112 carlota galgos, there is no rush, just time to find themselves when they are new, and the routine will take over and life will return to her. She will eventually enjoy her days, and her playmates until her forever finds her. Tomorrow Marci has her tests done, and she will need to be sterilised as soon as possible because she has a slight belly! Wormed, it remains to be seen if she has slipped through the net of her galguero and is in pup.
Either way, Marci you have a light in your life which will shine, we promise you love, and care. To help you adjust to a new life, one you didnt know exists and it is our pleasure to be there for you, and to watch you blossom. You wil in time, come into your own, and find freedom from your past and release from your pain. You wont be held back now, its yours for the taking and we are here to help and guide you, and help you on your way to forever!
Marci is around 6 or 7, maybe more. Her teeth arent great so Ill see what the vet estimates. She needs time, she needs her tests done, and sterilisation. Chip and passport.
Apolo, a podenco again thrown into the same plot of land, small and terrified beyond belief. Squealing at the approach of anyone, and should anyone come close he would lie on his back and scream and scream, awaiting the beating her has received.. for just being a podenco in Spain. Who knows.. he may not have hunted enough, he may not have been good at it, he may have been too young for his hunter, or not young enough, he may not have known how to hide well enough, and list is endless to warrant a beating in a galgueros eyes! Being the punch bag for a galgueros frustrations in life, is what a galgo and podenco seem to be worth to them, no more no less.
Speaking with Fatima, this little podenco needed help. He needed the guidance of a rehabilitation situation. Taken to their refuge he didnt cope there either, and was terrified. screaming where he felt he needed to, in order to keep people away from him. A sad existance he has led.
I didnt think twice when talking with fatima that she had both the galga in need of love, vacant in her soul and needing help, and the podenco who has had his life robbed, trashed and been the victim of beatings so clearly dished out to him. Placing his ant escape collar onto him was delicate, I had to lay it on the floor to have him smell it. As I approached I saw his fear, and he lay down. Whimpering, belly up. I tickled his belly, and slid the collar over his head and then walked away. He came to me.. its all new.
I named him Apolo as I did the Galga "Marci." To me Marci means, hope, help, and support. Apolo.. well I named this lil chap Apolo because it means strength, the "God of light" lover of music and poetry. I have promised this lil one, a life of music and he will see the light at the end of his tunnel, thats been dark and torturous, he will hear our words of comfort and eventually it will be poetry. We offer them both, hope, help and support, and we will be there for them every step of the way now until their families find them.
I have promised these two misguided individuals that they will be guided, loved and cared for, and that never again will a hand hurt them. Apolo is young, and has yet to have his tests done, vaccinations, passport chip and castration.
If you would like to help us help these 2 souls, it would be amazing. It would help us to see hope, and be cared for. It would help us do what we can for these 2 souls in need of help. I pray I can hold Marci and she lets me wrap my arms around her neck, to tell her she has others who will help us help her, her long fluffy galgo fur, soft and gentle. We need your help to help them, its never easy but good diet, vets bills and rent all add up. The help we receive the enconuraging words, the food, blankets, vets, rent, keep us going, keeps the doors open for others to come in and be healed and find their forevers.
It's a tough love, loving where you see such destruction, caring for the wounded, the scars of destruction, but Im greatful we are allowed to do this, because its in my soul and its here I make my stance, to stand by them forever and see them find their own special families. With everyones help, I know we can.
In galgo affection.