20/03/2025
4 years ago, I just a regular chick in Morocco, no experience in dog rescue, no grand plan. Just a girl with a little rescue dog she adopted in Germany … and a heart that couldn’t look away.
Imagine coming to spend a few months in your hometown because you needed to hear from a loss, one so deep, it was impossible to breathe..
Then you see the suffering. The strays. The abandoned dogs. The neglect. The abuse. Every day.
And one day, you decide to do something about it.
So, you rent a place.
You open a shelter.
You register the paperwork.
And just like that… four years have passed.
I appreciate every single one of you who supported in any way :
🤍 Adopted
🤍 Fostered
🤍 Helped
🤍 Volunteered
🤍 Sent kind messages
🤍 Donated money or food
Truly, I do.
But the truth is… there weren’t that many of you. 💔
Imagine running a shelter (almost) alone for four years.
In a country where animal abuse is normalized. Where people think you’re the “crazy dog lady”
Where donations covered less than 5% of the total cost.
It’s been love. It’s been sacrifice. But right now… I’m tired. I’m exhausted. And I need help.
This isn’t an easy post to write. But it’s time.
If you can foster, adopt, or help in any way, please reach out.
This mission doesn’t end here. It just needs new hands to carry it forward.
With love,
A.
