Killa's Story

I found her during one of my usual rounds, feeding the stray dogs.
She was just another soul on the street... but something about her made it impossible for me to keep walking.

She was malnourished, filthy, covered in ticks and bugs. One of her little legs was broken.
And she was completely alone.
So alone it broke my heart.

As soon as I called her, she slowly came closer—scared, but hungrier than she was afraid.
I gave her food.
She ate.
And I cried.

I was told she had been living like that for two years, surviving however she could.

Just as I was about to leave, something happened that changed everything:
a group of male dogs started to approach.
She was in heat, and they began to harass her.
She cried.
And that was my breaking point.

I couldn’t walk away.

I came back, picked her up, managed to get her on my motorcycle, and took her home.
That’s when it all began.

Today, Killa lives with me.
She has a furry sister who adores her, sleeps in a warm bed, plays, eats like a queen, and knows what love feels like.
There’s no more hunger.
No more fear.
No more loneliness.

That was my first rescue.
And without knowing it...
Killa rescued me, too. 💛

Funji’s Story

I used to see him every now and then when I went out to feed the street dogs.
He was always there, with sad eyes, a skinny body, and a trembling soul… but something in his eyes told me: “I still want to live.”

Every time I saw him, I thought, “One day I’m going to get you out of here.”
And that day finally came.

I found a foster home for him, and without hesitation, I went for him.
I took him to the vet: he had a fever, his body was infested with parasites and ticks, and there was a worrying sound in his lungs.
He was shaking, having spasms.
His little body was sick, but his spirit… his spirit was strong.

With treatments, care, and lots of love, we started easing his pain.
Little by little, he began to trust, to let himself be petted, and to sleep deeply for the first time.

I took him to his foster home, but something beautiful happened:
that home chose him forever.

Today, Funji no longer trembles.
He sleeps in a bed, runs without fear, and gives love without limits.
The one who once seemed defeated is now living proof that love truly saves lives.

Negrito’s Story — Grey

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Every night, Negrito appeared at the corner of Oxxo and Calle 7, in La Veleta.
An Argentine grill cart gave him meat, and the neighborhood folks already knew him.
He was part of Tulum’s nighttime scenery: skinny, calm, but steady. He always came back.

Until one day, he disappeared.
And when he returned… he wasn’t the same.

He showed up with a brutal wound on his neck.
The vet told us that someone had probably tied him up with barbed wire.
He wasn’t wearing it when we found him, but the wound spoke for itself:
exposed tissue, pus, a bad smell, and skin completely torn open.

We searched for him for days because we knew he was hurt and urgently needed help.
And when we finally found him, we didn’t waste a second.

We took him straight to the vet, he underwent surgery, and we got everything needed for his treatment.