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SORRY, WHAT WAS THE QUESTION?

SORRY, WHAT WAS THE QUESTION?

As I nervously walked up to the the metal gates at the end of a very long driveway, I thought I must be in the wrong place. Hopelessly lost with no one to talk to but the occasional goat or donkey, I was about to return to the main road when I saw a very petite woman trailed by about 30 dogs, all wagging their tails in a display of happiness. I saw big German shepherds, and tiny poodles which came in every shade of brown, white, and sometimes even orange. Each one had been scooped up from the streets of Tangier.

“Welcome welcome!” the woman named Salima called out to me, her arms open ready to give me a hug. “We are so excited to have you here!” She said “we” by motioning towards all of the slobbery tongues hanging out of big smiling mouths. Within seconds, I was surrounded by several dogs with wheels for hind legs, jumping up excitedly and licking my face. I thought to myself that a woman who puts wheels on crippled dogs is someone I need to get to know.

As I walked through the sanctuary, my heart and mind travelled back a few days and I saw myself weeping over a tiny grave. It was my third day in Tangier, and while wandering through the medina I happened upon this run down pet store with cages lining the street in front of it. I was sure this place could never pass safety inspections, but even so I had to go in.

And there I saw a tiny white puff ball in an almost equally tiny, dirty cage. One look in his eyes and my heart felt a pull stronger than it had ever felt. It was that very moment that I knew I could not move on with my life until I helped him out of that terrible place. So I bought him, but I had to figure out a plan for somewhere to keep him, since he would not be allowed on campus. This proved to be quite difficult, but I was sure as hell not giving up. I would do whatever it took to help that miserable creature. So I named him Morocco-Rocco for short- and picked him up three days later.

Luckily, my Moroccan friend Badr was willing to keep him at his house with his other dog, Sami, so that Rocco would have a big brother. Badr is the definition of selfless. He understands the duty of care we all have toward animals and people alike. He walks through the streets of Tangier as if he always knows exactly where he’s going, even though he is often focused on where he’s been.

When we went to pick up Rocco, he was not the energetic, happy little puppy that was nibbling on my nose three days prior. He was lethargic, his eyes were glassed over and not looking at me. I knew something was terribly wrong, and I was right. The next day, he passed away due to parvovirus. I cried and cried until I had no more tears left. I tried to keep reminding myself that at least he was loved and warm in the end, he died in the arms of a selfless human being, feeling the sincerity in the beat of his heart. At least he got to know love, and so did we, if even for a short time.

Just as I was about to give up hope and move on, Badr told me about this amazing woman he knew named Salima Kadaoui who ran a sanctuary for the lonely, damaged, but still incredibly so loving strays of Tangier . It was essentially because of him that I met this woman who turned my life around with one phone call.

What she told me over the course of this call broke my heart.

“I am very sorry for your terrible loss” she began. “But don’t go back into that pet store!” She warned. “I know it’s hard to leave the animals in there but we cannot keep contributing to this epidemic.” She went on to tell me what I wish I had known before poor Rocco. “Those places are evil.” She revealed.

“They take the puppies away from their mothers when they are way too young, their immune systems don’t even get to finish developing yet, and they have this parvovirus in their shops. They are aware that this virus stays in that environment for a year, and they continue to put more animals into it, to unavoidably end up dying a slow and painful death due to parvo.”

These words hit me very hard, but I knew I had to use my sadness and anger to fuel change.

“What can I do to do my part in helping these animals? There has to be something I can do!”

“We are doing everything we can here to help this problem, please come down to my sanctuary, I’ve got 264 dogs all amazing animals, all in need of loving homes, all vaccinated and spayed so they are healthy. All I ask is that you will love my animals forever.” She told me.

Now as I knew this was a task that I was absolutely capable of doing, I decided I would make the trip to Salima’s sanctuary to find my soulmate among 264. We made plans to leave at 8 am the next morning. My life had taken a turn I hadn’t thought possible just the day before.

Our destination was located about 20 minutes out of Tangier, and 20 minutes out of the comfort that came with it. I had been in Morocco for less than two weeks, and never out of Tangier without the company of other students. But when I heard the incredible passion in Salima’s voice that rang out urgently even through a cell phone receiver, I knew this place was unlike any that I’d ever been. I was thankful for my then-new Moroccan friend, because without Badr, I would have never made it there. We had to take a yellow cab, and while Mourad’s voice rang out in my head saying “la la la, only blue cabs!” I reluctantly entered the jalopy small, run-down taxi and moved all the way to the window, with Badr seated on the other side of me.

“You know, they won’t leave until they get six people in this thing, two in the front seat and four in the back.” He said.

After driving for about 30 minutes, I watched as the city of Tangier got smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror.

I knew Kenza was my dog as soon as her eyes met with mine. She had his eyes, Rocco’s eyes. She was very timid at first, but eventually became brave enough to come close enough to let me pet her. And before I knew it, this little puppy had stolen my heart and I didn’t want it back. When Salima saw us together, she didn’t need to ask if this was the one. She simply smiled and said, “so did you wanna take her home today?”

I could only nod because otherwise I would have burst into tears. I carried her all the way back down to the gates, hugging her tightly and listening to her fluttery little heartbeats. Salima drove us back to the city, and Kenzia’s eyes refused to look away from me. Not that mine were any better.

As Badr and I entered the house, we began to prepare for our first task as parents, puppy’s first bath! It wasn’t long before crazy Kenza had wriggled out of my arms and began running around the house like a little monsoon, soaking everything in her path. We left that room without a dry spot on us, but we had never been happier. The emptiness that Rocco left in our hearts had vanished, and we have Salima, this indescribable woman so full of life and love, with more heart than anyone I have ever met, to thank for that.

Rocco was buried in the pet cemetery in Tangier, Badr made him a nice grave, and of course I placed rocks on his grave, so he would know we were there. Badr followed my foreign-to-him Jewish tradition without question out of the respect he had for me and my faith, the same respect I had shown him. We often talked about how the world would be a much nicer place if everyone treated each other the way we did. Comfort came to me as Badr spoke:

“Look there, ’Fido, 1781’, and ‘Fefe, 1892’.”

As I continued to look around the little graveyard, I felt at peace knowing he was not alone. I was finally able to leave with peace in my heart after these kind words from Badr:

“you know, I think that there is a world that we cannot see. I think that Fido, Fefe, Rocco, and all the other dogs in here are running around in this place having a wonderful time, but it looks different to them. There are flowers everywhere. We just can’t see it.” And with that, my tears finally dried.

A month later, I returned to the sanctuary to interview Sally and learn as much as I could about her life and what led her here. “I haven’t slept in 3 days alright, so let’s get started!”

Listening to Salima’s words of wisdom at the sanctuary. Cuddling a TNVT stray called Honey who has a forever home at SFT. Kenza is the black pup with the white tail at the tip in the middle.

Salima Kadaoui, an extremely petite, sleep deprived woman sat down next to me amidst nearly 300 dogs all equally curious to see who I was. “Does smoke bother you?” She asked.

“I’m sorry, I’m a compulsive smoker and when you live with animals you kind of forget how you’re supposed to act around people. They certainly don’t give a hoot so sometimes I forget. Sorry, what was the question?” She managed to pull from her scattered thoughts.

I began to ask sally about the marvellous life she built in this place, one she shared with nearly 500 rescued animals. Each one had a name, and a heart wrenching story behind their soft eyes, much like people.

Except that when people go through experiences such as these animals have been through, most of them break. And this brokenness and bitterness shows in their eyes. But when you look in the eyes of these dogs, all that can be seen is pure love. I could have sat there, pointing at each and every precious life and listening to her tell me each of their stories in great detail for a week. And she knew them all.

For a moment, it got a bit hard to hear her over all of the playful barking. “ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH!” She yelled, and amazingly enough, what followed was complete silence. Of course it didn’t last long, but it was highly impressive nonetheless. I couldn’t help but laugh outwardly when she uttered; “they’ve been at it all night too, the little monkeys! I love them to bits but I call them my little monkeys.”

“Sorry, What was the question again?”

“I grew up in Tangier, and as long as I can remember we always had so many strays on the streets” she began as she told me stories of her childhood. “I always fetched dogs and cats and donkeys, any living creature. I used to take home so many that it got to the point where my parents said ‘we can’t have anymore!’ This made me chuckle as I looked around and realised that this special place was exactly her childhood, but on a much larger scale. Sally represents that you really can make your childhood dreams come true, and this was comforting to me. “My dream was to take all the strays home.” And that silly little childhood dream of hers, one which I shared as well – is exactly what she has spent her life accomplishing.

Salima Kadaoui went to university first in Grenada, and then to Cambridge where she studied nothing to do with animals, which intrigued me. Then for a while, her main focus switched to the beautiful little baby she had had. “My job was to be a mum” she said of this period in her life.

Then, when her daughter was 17, tragedy struck. Sally’s father got sick with Alzheimer’s. She had been out of her country for 20 years when she decided it was time to return to Tangier, look after her father, and do what she always wanted to do – take all the strays home. So she started her sanctuary, and worked hard to make her dream a reality. At this point in the interview, I saw her look around at all she had accomplished and smile with pride in herself. When asked if she ever wanted to do anything else in her life, she sternly replied “no, I always, always wanted only this. It started as ‘let’s take all the strays home,’ but then you realise you can’t take them all home, and you need to change the mentality of people.”

As she began to open up about the amazing work she has done with not only the strays in Tangier, but the people as well, I realised how much I truly looked up to Salima. From that point on, every time I would put all my energy and time into rescuing a poor little mangy dog I didn’t care when people made fun of me. I didn’t care about the judging looks I received. I just thought about Salima, and knew that I had to do the right thing, even if I was doing it alone.

A huge part of my work is to go and educate people and teach them love and compassion, and show them the reward there is in doing good, and helping any living creature whether human or animal.

“A huge part of my work is to go and educate people and teach them love and compassion, and show them the reward there is in doing good, and helping any living creature whether human or animal.”

This touched my heart because, finally, here was somebody sitting right in front of me who truly understood me. “Even a tree if you see it’s gasping for water, you’ve gotta water it.”

I then moved to the subject of one of Sally’s greatest feats, her TNVT program. The acronym stands for Treat, Neuter, Vaccinate, and Tag. This program is a huge step in the right direction towards humans and animals living together in peace.

“Yeah, we’ve done over 300 dogs.” She said as if it was a small accomplishment, while I couldn’t help my jaw from dropping. “300?! Wow!” I exclaimed as she went on, “with no funding, so that’s just me begging on Facebook and my vet is a saint because I owe him over 20,000 pounds and he still works for me everyday.”

In a time when I often felt disheartened by the way people acted towards animals, this was a moment of relief because I realised that there truly are good people in this world. “In many areas what we have done with TNVT is a great success, people love them. They send me lovely photographs of them cuddling the strays, it’s wonderful.”

She told me with a big smile on her face that she didn’t bother trying to hide anymore. When asked if she ever runs into any obstacles with this program, she went on to tell me “in other communities, you have people complaining and you have to explain to them. This is how I get through to them: you explain to them look. If you take the dogs away, other dogs will come. If we keep these TNVT dogs here, you’ll have no rabies.”

At this point in her interview, the phone rang as she efficiently set up a visit to the sanctuary and gave directions in 10 seconds flat.

“Sorry, what was the question again?”

“Oh right, how I get to people.” Sally went on as she switched her brain back to the current moment from the thousands of other things she has to worry about. “So if I take the dogs away, you’ll just have the same problem but with TNVT, by vaccinating you’ll never have rabies in the neighbourhood. Even if a rabid dog comes to the neighbourhood, those dogs are gonna chase him away and they won’t catch rabies because they’re vaccinated.”

At this point I could clearly see knowing the people of Tangier pretty well by now, why the program was such a huge success. But she had more to say.

“Second of all, because they’re all neutered they’re not gonna have this gathering of strays coming to the neighborhood looking for females, there won’t be those dog fights and all that barking inside because that stuff goes on. Uhhh… because they’re treated, they don’t have horrible parasites, and because of that tag they are identified, we know exactly when they were vaccinated, when they were treated and even the authorities will not kill them, because they know they’re not a danger to the public. So in the end, these dogs are actually helping you.”

“A very compelling case indeed!” I thought to myself before I remembered that I wasn’t one of the residents of Tangier Sally was trying to change the mind of. She presented her case so well, all my brain could do was go right along with it and that shows how effective her words are with people.

“Then I bring the part of humanity.” She continued and I knew what she was about to say would hit me straight in the heart. “Here I use the part of Islam, and I remind everyone that God created planet earth for all of us, humans and animals. You have the right to live here, they have the right to live here. And that’s how I get through to people.

“Do you ever run into any problems with this program? I asked, not seeing how there could be any flaws in this logic. “In most places, this is a huge success. Of course there are idiots that complain they’re barking at night, I just say oh you’re lucky they’re barking at night, they’re chasing away other dogs, rabid dogs you know?” I loved her quirky way of standing up to those idiots, as she called them, and I loved the way she always won.

“And you know some dogs that I had TNVT’d, I didn’t put them back because of their personalities they’re very shy and they’re gonna get hurt. But the ones that do well on the street, they should stay on the streets. Unless you find a loving home for them of course.”

As I looked around, I noticed that many of the dogs keeping a bit of distance, bore the yellow tag on their ear. “We even TNVT the puppies because if we’ve got people looking after them, we provide the food and we educate that person caring for them, and because they’re tagged and people know the tag means they’re treated neutered and vaccinated, they tend to adopt them!”

With that an involuntary “awwww” left my mouth. “So far, all of our tagged puppies have been adopted!” Hearing this, my sadness and worry for these strays lightened a great amount, and I felt so happy that Sally had been able to accomplish this.

At that point, I asked as my worry about the answer could be heard in my voice, “so if there’s a stray dog and it’s not tagged, do the authorities hurt it?” I almost couldn’t bear to say the words.

“Yes often the authorities will go out in the early morning and shoot dogs. They’ve stopped the poisoning which is great because it’s illegal, but they go and shoot strays yes.”

My heart sunk into my stomach and the horrifying images I had in my head made me realise all the more how vital the work Sally is doing really is to these animals. I needed to change to a happier subject, before we both began to feel sick.

So I decided then to ask about her attendance at the global animal welfare conference in Madrid I had learned of. “Yes, I was invited to go and change the situation of strays around the world. A political party came here for a visit this summer and invited me, and asked me to do a presentation about the work I do. You have other countries like Ukraine where they shoot dogs. Iran where they shoot dogs. Romania as well, so the point of my presentation was to give ideas to others.

Because you know you can’t just go to authorities and say don’t shoot, don’t kill. You can’t do that. You’ve gotta show that you care about the humans and the animals. What you can do, is go to these neighborhoods and do the work that we do and prove that it works.”

I felt so proud of Salima Kadaoui in this moment, that I felt more emotions than I had in a long time. “And you go to the next neighborhood and the next.” She continued. “Then you present your case to the authorities and say look what I’ve done, this is the reaction of the people, there are no other dogs coming to that neighborhood, these dogs are perfectly healthy, they’re actually helping the people and the people care about them and are looking after them. And that’s the message I was giving.” And what a powerful message it was.

“They’ve told me they’ve shot here and they’ve shot there and it makes me sick. But I try not to think about that, I’ve gotta think about what I’m capable of doing. And by doing what I’ve done and going to the authorities and presenting what I did, they’ve given me a written agreement that they will not kill my strays. And we’re supposed to get funding from the authorities to carry on doing this. We’ve achieved something huge.” She told me, although I was already fully convinced. “I’ve gotta bring Islam into this it’s the only way to get through to people.” Knowing how large a part faith plays in these people’s lives, this logic was sound. “People ask me why I do this, I say I’m a Muslim it’s my duty! So that’s what I tell people because you have to hit where you know it’s gonna make a difference.”

What she said next caused tears to well up in my eyes like at those splash parks when I was a kid where you’d wait for the bucket to get full of water, and dump all over everyone. It was great fun then, but now as I’m older, it felt different.

“Islam tells us, that we have the duty of care of everything happening around us. And we must look after humans, animals, plants, the lot. That’s a very important message that comes through Islam, for Christianity and for Judaism as well. For the Buddhists, for everything.”

I then felt something in my chest that I couldn’t quite define. “And it’s getting through to the whole world, people have heard about us in Indonesia, Africa, France, Spain, Italy so people are listening. Because what people love about this place is that you come here, and there’s a bunch of happy animals. So you know even the ones that are disabled or whatever, they’re still happy.”

And as I looked around at the sea of wagging tails, “indeed.” I whispered to myself. I ended the interview by asking, “if you could say one thing to the whole world to change their minds about animals, what would it be?”

With this, Salima closed her eyes, took a well deserved deep breath and said: “people that don’t love animals, don’t want to be loved. It’s as simple as that. They don’t know the meaning of unconditional love.”

As I thanked Salima for all she had done, she jokingly said “yeah between all the barking I hope you at least got some of it!”

Our laughs were fueled by the purest happiness humanly (or animal -ly) possible. Sally went to go save the world, and me, I set off to share her story. SFT and the woman who built it gave my life a new meaning, and I hope this small glimpse into her world will impact yours as well. I hope it will change you for the better. I hope that next time you see a struggling animal, you don’t turn away and forget about it. But instead you think of Salima and all she stands for, and do the opposite. I promise you, you will not regret it.

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Volunteering for SFT – Madeline

VOLUNTEERING FOR SFT – MADELINE

In January 2017 Madeline visited the sanctuary. You can read all about her experience below.

This is a wonderful animal sanctuary started 4 years ago by Sally Kadoui, an English/Moroccan lady who sold all her worldly goods to travel back to her native Tangier to help animals.

Morocco is a poor country and animal welfare can often be low down on people’s priorities. From a humble beginnings the sanctuary has grown to now accommodate hundreds and hundreds of cats, dogs and donkeys plus a few mules, sheep, macaque monkeys and storks amongst many others! All the animals have a name and their personalities are understood and adored. Sally is helped by her 2 staff members, Moustapha and Kaoultar, who work very hard for small wages. I was so impressed by their love and dedication to their animal family.

Some of the donkeys rescued from a life of burden and mistreatment.

One of the storks rescued after he was found with a damaged wing which left him unable to fly.

Above is a film of one of the macaque monkeys in their care. Macaques are native to Morocco and are found in abundance in the mountains. Many, like this one, are captured and kept to entertain tourists. This lady had been tied up in a cafe all her life before she was rescued by SFT. She was assessed by a monkey expert who unsurprisingly said she would not survive if released in to the wild. So she will now live out the rest of her life at the sanctuary.

Sally is also taking her work into the local community. Formerly, lack of knowledge or money may have meant the locals would ignore the suffering of an animal but now they know they can come to Sally for help when they see an animal in distress. Sally always appreciates this and makes lots of time for people who come to her for help as she sees this as a growing respect and love for animals.

These cute little boys all cycled up to the sanctuary to get advice and help for their puppies.

Sally’s help was requested to help this poor donkey who had been found with a terrible head injury. The vet confirmed the injury was man-made. The donkey was taken in the back of the car (yes very difficult getting her in and out) and expensive treatment was given to help her recover.

A good example of this community work happened on my first day at the sanctuary. A local man came to ask for help with his goat who had been in labour for 48 hours.

Despite Sally having had no experience of matters like these, she rose to the challenge and set off to help. I was allowed to accompany her on this trip.

We drove to the man’s house so it was interesting to see first hand how the local people lived. There were chickens running around, a dog tied to a tree and a barn made of stone where the goats lived. Sally and I tried to be midwife to the goat who had been in the 48 hour labour but even with our limited knowledge it was obvious she was not dilated enough and wasn’t having contractions. So, with no hesitations, Sally organised a vet to see to her even though it was an evening at the weekend, and we drove there with the goat in the back of the car.

The goat, who we named Dorothy, was given a Caesarian section with only a local anaesthetic as general anaesthetics can kill goats. I held her head throughout the operation. Sadly, the baby kid was dead but we expected that might be the case under such traumatic circumstances. Dorothy came back to the sanctuary for a few days for a follow up course of antibiotic injections.

Her owner was very happy and appreciative and asked how he could repay us. Sally said to him that the best repayment would be if he promised not to slaughter Dorothy and to not tie up his dog any more. He readily agreed to these conditions and Sally gave him advice on how to stop the dog chasing his chickens. A few days later Sally also took the dog for vaccinations and neutering – all in all a story with a very happy ending!

Dorothy the goat during her Caesarian Section operation. I had to hold her head as the operating table was too small to hold her.

Abdel Malik, the owner of Dorothy, with his dog who he agreed to stop tying up. He is so genuinely happy here after his dog received vaccinations and was neutered.

The weather in Tangier in January is like a spring day in Britain – mainly cool with clear skies but the nights are very cold. A bonus of this time of year is that there are no flies!

I stayed in a little room inside one of the cat houses. The cats were allowed in my room during the day but I had to chase them out at night. To most animal lovers it might seem utterly charming to sleep surrounded by 36 cats and kittens but when you are kept awake at night by kittens having rough and tumble on your throat the charms start to wane! Ha ha, so sadly at night time they had to go. One of my duties was to look after the cats in this cat house. General duties of feeding and cleaning but there was also a spell of respiratory infections going about so I had to administer antibiotics to all the infected cats. A very time-consuming job and I was glad I was able to take the burden of this task from the full-time workers.

Another task was to put the wheels on to the disabled dogs and let them out for a run around. Wow- how fast they can go! In between the busy periods we would spend time just sitting with the animals. I would sunbathe with the dogs or give the friendly donkeys a brush and a chin rub- so cute!

I adored Mattie before I had even heard about her story. She seemed like such a sweet girl who kept to herself and out of mischief. Then I found out she had been rescued from the streets. She had been found living under a truck, looking after a kitten and allowing the kitten to suckle on her! Both Mattie and the kitten were brought in to Le Sanctuaire de la Faune de Tanger where they live happily ever after. This film also shows a little of the countryside where the shelter is situated.

I have worked with rescued animals before where I have felt very sad for them and dearly wished a loving home for them. It was different here at Le Sanctuaire de la Faune de Tanger- this is the animals’ home and they are all very happy and seem to be having a great time.

“This is a genuinely happy place and I hope Sally can spread the message of animal care and love throughout Morocco. Morocco needs a hundred Sallys!”

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PLEASE WELCOME OUR NEW SPONSOR!

SEPTEMBER 19, 2018

PLEASE WELCOME OUR NEW SPONSOR!

As you probably know by now, SFT receives no government aid and, up until recently have relied 100% on voluntary fundraising and donations to continue our vital work.

But we have some fantastic news! A wonderful company called Les Néréides, who design the most beautiful luxury costume jewellery have generously donated to help our sanctuary through their association Les Néréides Loves Animals.

We are beyond grateful to them for recognising our mission and donating this money to help us continue our vital work in Tangier. We hope that this is the beginning of a great partnership with this fantastic company.

Head over to their website — www.lesnereides.com to check out their stunning collection of jewellery and keep an eye on — www.lesnereideslovesanimals.org for an upcoming article about our partnership.

With so much love & thanks, Sally & the SFT Team x

If you are interested in becoming a partner just like Les Néréides then please get in touch or head over to our corporate sponsorship page for more information.

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Tulip

Tulip

HI, I’M TULIP

ABOUT ME

Donkey / Rescued in 2016

My name is Tulip. I used to belong to an elderly Shepard lady who worked in the fields around the sanctuary. On most days I would come to SFT to have my food, get my rest and then I would take myself down to the fields ready for work the next day.  

Sadly my owner passed away so SFT is now my permanent home. Whilst working I also became pregnant and gave birth to my baby Princess in 2018.

Could you become my monthly sponsor and help cover the cost of my keep? 

x x x

CAN YOU BE MY SPONSOR?

If you would like to become Tulip’s sponsor and donate £20 a month for his care, please click below. 

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Storm

HI, I’M STORM

ABOUT ME

I’m a big, loveable, goofy boy with loads of personality. I get on well with the dogs at the Sanctuary but long to have a family of my own where the attention can be all on me.

I am a 5 year old, mixed German Shepard/Alsation. I can be a bit of a handful due to my excitable personality and size, so I need to go to an experienced owner with an active lifestyle.

I am happiest around people and need a home that can give me the time and attention I need. Due to my size and strength, I would be better suited to a home with older children.

I absolutely love affection and can’t wait to find my forever home.

x x x

MY DETAILS

• Male

• 4 years 11 months old (as of 1st Aug 2018)

Can live with: Dogs

Can’t live with: Cats (as he likes to chase them)

Adoption : International (EU, US, Canada)

I’VE BEEN

✔︎ Neutered

✔︎ Vaccinated

REGISTER YOUR INTEREST

Feel that Storm is your pawfect match? Please register your interest by filling out our enquiry form.

Don’t forget to read our adoption information before applying.

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Osito

Osito

HI, I’M OSITO

ABOUT ME

Rescued in 2019

My name is Osito. I was put on the balcony of a house and I fell off and broke my spine. My owner no longer wanted me but luckily an amazing human called Ismail rescued me. I was taken to the clinic straight away but unfortunately the vet said I will never be able to use my rear legs again. Despite this I was ok, I was growing into a really happy puppy and doing very well. But then I caught a virus, mum told me it was a bad thing called parvovirus and had a really bad cough too. But I am strong willed and love my life! I fought for it and survived for the second time! I feel so much better and am getting back to my happy self.

Once I am older I will join the other disabled babies at the sanctuary. Mum tells me they need to build another sandpit for our growing family. To help with this she would like me to have some sponsors. Is there any one out there who can help? Could you become my monthly sponsor?

x x x

CAN YOU BE MY SPONSOR?

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Tiger

Tiger-chat

HI, I’M TIGER

ABOUT ME

Rescued in 2017

My name is Tiger. When I was barely a week old I was dumped in a trash bin by someone who didn’t want me or my siblings. Luckily, we were found by a lovely English couple who contacted SFT to ask if they could help us.

As we were so tiny SFT had to bottle feed us to make sure that we survived. After lots of love, care and attention we pulled through and we now have a forever home at the sanctuary.

I LOVE people. The team tell me I am a very outgoing and happy cat, I am always the first one to greet anyone who comes to visit the cat house. I LOVE cuddles, and always manage to jump on to my visitors to show them just how much I do!

I’m here to ask you if you would please become my sponsor? It would really help Mum look after not only me but all my friends too!

x x x

CAN YOU BE MY SPONSOR?

If you would like to become Tiger’s sponsor and donate £10 a month for his care, please click below.

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Dinky

Dinky2

HI, I’M DINKY

ABOUT ME

Donkey / Rescued in 2016

My name is Dinky. When I was born my legs hadn’t grown properly and I only had one eye. Because of this my owners didn’t want me. But I was only 1 week old so I still really needed my mum.

SFT managed to convince my owner to let my mum come and see me at the sanctuary every day after she had finished her work. I loved seeing her. Sadly my mum died in 2017 of tetanus. She worked so hard every day of her life.

I am all grown up now but still only a small (Dinky) but am happy and healthy at the sanctuary. Sally and the team say I am very precious to them.

Would you be able to help Sally cover my costs each month? I’d love you to be my sponsor. 

x x x

CAN YOU BE MY SPONSOR?

If you would like to become Dinky’s sponsor and donate £20 a month for his care, please click below. 

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Sam

Sam1

HI, I’M SAM

ABOUT ME

Rescued in 2016

My name is Sam. As you can see, I have a super speedy wheelchair that I use to get about.
I had a tough journey before SFT took me in. I did have owners but after I had a bad accident (I fell from their balcony) and became paralysed, they no longer wanted me.

I was taken in by a charity in Casablanca, however I can be a bit tricky to look after as I don’t get on with all dogs so they asked if SFT would take me. I would never hurt a human but at SFT I wear a muzzle around some dogs just to be safe. The team at SFT give me so much love and do their very best to make sure I live a very happy life at the sanctuary.

Would you help look after me just like SFT did and become my monthly sponsor? You’ll be helping not only me but all my friends too.

x x x

CAN YOU BE MY SPONSOR?

If you would like to become Sam’s sponsor and donate £20 a month for his care, please click below.

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Sooty

Sooty1

HI, I’M SOOTY

ABOUT ME

Rescued in 2017

As you can see I’ve been on quite a journey since I came to SFT. When I was born I had owners who didn’t look after me properly and I fell from the roof of their house. It was a really bad accident and my owners were told I wouldn’t walk again as I had damaged my spine. So they abandoned me.

But SFT took me in, they didn’t give up on me! They cared for me, showed me love, got me a wheelchair and taught me how to use it. I love my life at the sanctuary. The team tell me that I am a beautiful, kind soul and that everyone I meet falls in love with me.

By becoming my sponsor you will help SFT save more lives like mine.

x x x

CAN YOU BE MY SPONSOR?

If you would like to become Sooty’s sponsor and donate £20 a month for his care, please click below.