Christianity
The ship was not luxurious, but it was clean. There were containers with fresh water, old blankets, straw and makeshift cages for sick animals. On a wall hung a notebook where Lidia carefully scored each rescue: where she had found it, what treatment she received and whether she had been adopted.
“He has given dozens of animals for adoption…” an agent muttered as he flipped through the pages.
“Sixty-eight,” she replied. But no one wanted them.
His pension was not enough, so he collected cardboard and scrap metal. Everything he earned was destined for food and medicine. He had not asked for help because he feared that they would take the animals to saturated shelters where the old and sick would hardly find a home.
The Community Response
