Living A Life So Full

Sun setting on the dogs.....

Sun setting on the dogs…..

The sun was setting on Selat Kering as we headed to the kelong (fish farm). To say that the dogs are skin & bones is an understatement. Hitam & Kuning greeted us as we docked beside the kelong. Two more dogs had been caught. We traded places with Marjorie & Karin, who graciously built three more units of pontoon to place the food & water at other strategic places on the fringe of the island. I placed two packs of nasi lemak for the two skinny dogs who refused kibbles. As usual, they were fearful of humans. I wish I could reach out & hold them close the way I hold my Rufus close. Rufus has it so good. He has a bed, a rug & access to my room. These discarded strays have sea snakes, monitor lizards, wild boars & access to constant mud & salt water to contend with. How can life be so cheap that humans can throw them away??? What is the value put on a life that gives anyone the right to exterminate them???

Which brings to mind, what kind of quality of life do you think about when one has toiled 12 years working with minimum wages at below RM1,800 per month, sweating & bleeding for the animals that she would break her back to save, only to be brought back to a bunch of people who put them down because of reasons justifiable by them??? What kind of girl do you think, would aspire to lead a life being exposed to the harshness of the sun when she answers calls of distress to save a dog, cat or somebodys pet monkey out there? What character do you think a girl would possess when she would give her last penny to feed her dogs and not put food on the table herself after she has been given the sack What then, do you say about a person who put her in that situation despite knowing that she has slogged her youth for the cause she believed in??? Worse than that of the Pulau Ketams residents, of course!!! Surely you can see how scrawny Sabrina is herself. If anyone were to say anything about her passion & commitment to her charges, I think I would be the first to come to her defence. She doesnt have a nice, fancy house, with that little possession that she has, she saves it for that rainy day. The rain hasnt come on her yet because of the brilliant work that shes done. Yet, there are those who cannot accept her selfless nature as evident in the way they write poison pen letters claiming superiority & exclusivity with so & so as patrons & what nots. Im not interested in that. In management we have a term that I strongly believe in. THE FISH ALWAYS ROTS FROM THE HEAD.

In FFF, there are no bureaucrisy, red tape nor a bunch of office bearers to dictate what is best for her beloved dogs. She calls the shots & calls each dog by name. Can her work ever be duplicated??? Not unless youve been tormented, mentally-tortured & constantly persecuted even after a clear disassociation with the cause that you no longer are a part of. If you have the endurance to overcome that, sure, you can run FFF too but I doubt the dogs would adore you the way they adore her, though. She feeds them every day.

So people, I choose to put my name, my money, my effort & my time to helping her. What she calls her outfit, I dont care because without her, therell be no Furry Friends Farm. Without FFF, therell be no happy dogs. Without happy dogs, therell be no happy people. Life would not be so great if you didnt get to experience a happy dog apprehending you to play. I think our volunteer team speaks for itself. We chose to volunteer with FFF, donate to FFFs cause & sustain Sabrina so that she could at least have a decent meal without feeling guilty as if shes spending time in London. By the way, she doesnt even have a passport so she can never boast about the places that shes never been. Her animals are her life. And nobody should take that away from her.

Trees that swallow the sound of agony....

Trees that swallow the sound of agony....

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