Aunt Song Kim Yong of Wang's little animal rescue station didn't think that even Hebei Suzhou, a small town, had been affected by the epidemic." March 9th, March 28th, the whole state is under control, everyone is isolated, let alone left the state, and me and the dogs are at the base for a whole month!"
We don't have much corn left!
"This month I and the Mao kids came through with the only dozen bags of corn left in the base, and it began to be lifted in early April." It's crazy to see that there's not enough food left at the station.
Aunt Ying Song goes around every day to check on the dogs.
The more the disease gets, the more the dogs are torn apart. Because she knows she won't save them. They're dead! There's a rumor in the village that the dog "black" bites around, and he's been beaten all over the place, and he's even cut off his back.
A stray dog whose legs are cut off.
Aunt Song was angry: "How can a dog like this attack? It's impossible. I don't believe it." However, no matter how angry she may be, it doesn't change the fact that little black, naked, bloody limbs...
The fearless little black man in the cage.
No love, don't hurt! The dog is a spiritual life, and whether it's aggressive or not, there is a better way. Like Aunt Song, take care of his recovery day and night and put him in a wheelchair to keep running. Jinxy grew up healthy and gentle with other hairy children at the rescue station!
The black one in the wheelchair and the titty dog playing.
And the cat white, abandoned by his master, is full of cats, and the right eye is so ugly, like a light bulb, because of a glass-shaped virus.
The cat's eyeballs fall off at any moment, and the wound is sore.
“The original owner abandoned it for thousands of dollars of medical expenses! When he's healthy, he treats her like his own child, loves her every day, abandons her as soon as she gets sick." Auntie Song hates this pet! Fortunately, the original master's child found Song's aunt in a tremor and did not hesitate to take her to the hospital, recovering her beautiful and healthy appearance as a “one-eyed angel” under the careful care of a doctor.
The little cat who's back to normal. Beautiful and sticky.
From a few to several hundred stray dogs, Aunt Song, in order to raise so many homeless children, almost entered all his former businesses.
Aunt Xong is cleaning up the dung in the doghouse.
Rents, medical care, food were all like a mountain and she couldn't breathe. But every time she thinks that these poor kids finally have a home and can eat, it feels worth it!
The kid kisses Aunt Song's face.
But there's always someone who doesn't want to let go of the kids or her! In the early morning, Aunt Song, who was going to cook for Mao, discovered a terrible scene: many cats and dogs died in the hospital! Their limbs are rigid, their eyes are closed and they spit white foam. It's hard to imagine how much torture they've gone...
The reason for this is that the villagers near the base believe that a stray cat or dog might be infected with a new coronary virus and deliberately do it!
Aunt Song went to the theory that the villagers had taken up the bricks by the road and smashed them on her head and body, and that she had been wounded in hospital.
She was taken to the hospital to save Song's aunt.
The sister-in-law Song, who was lying in the hospital, turned his back in fear that hundreds of hairy children from the base would be killed again! The epidemic will be blocked in the city at any moment, and Aunt Song won't leave her child. There was no extra money to buy pet food, and the hairy kid couldn't leave her with every meal.
Aunt Song feeds the children every day.
Eventually, she woke up and chose to return to the yard immediately. Back at the aid station, she was weak and insisted on cooking for the hairy children. She finally got a breath of watching the hairy kid grow.
It's a big meal for the hairy kids.
Aunt Song made a pot of leftover corn.
But poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor.
But none of this should be Auntie Song's fault. Day after day, the slaughterhouse, the cat-trafficker, and the dog truck continued to be taken to the base by stray animals who had been rescued.
The furry children yearn for love and attention.
Feeds, medical fees, rents, a payment like a bloodthirsty worm, and eating Aunt Song's flesh! For many years, she had not only worn out her body, but also emptied her savings and kept borrowing.
I've been working with dogs for years.
The evil men did not have to do it alone, nor could she. The body is still stronger than Aunt Song, and the pressure on the number of rescue stations and dogs is increasing. But what? Even if it continues to be difficult, tomorrow's sun will rise, and we will live under the epidemic and face imminent danger.
Aunt Ying Song caressed her hairy child.
But the fire of the stars can also be wiped out. In the end, the epidemic won't break our resolve!