We Believe All Dogs Have the Right to Live ~ And be Loved!
Finally we can choose to go without a mask and see each others beautiful faces and smiles. What does this mean for us as a rescue? NOTHING. Nothing will change in anyway. Here at The Right to Live we were saving dogs before the pandemic, during the pandemic and now during the (???) Non-masking part of the pandemic, or epidemic (?) we continue to do what we do best and what we love - save dogs! But we would be amiss to not send out our gratitude and love to everyone who has and continues to support us. To those who have adopted a wonderful Right to Live dog into their home and changed that dogs life. To those that have and continue to pledge for dogs, donate for dogs, help transport our dogs, and to those who foster these beautiful souls till their forever home comes. The need for us, and all the other rescues, both big and small continues. It doesn't take a break while we fling our masks across the room and celebrate. The dogs keep coming - and we keep working our butts off to save as many as we possibly can. So while we say "thank you" we also say "our job is not done". Please continue to support us and wear a mask or don't, we don't care and we know the dogs don't! Let's be happy we can see peoples big smiles when another dog is saved by The Right to Live rescue.
They Have the Right to Live Rescue (RTLR) is a
501(c)(3) Nonprofit dog rescue organization
based in San Antonio, Texas.
Our foster-based rescue is dedicated to saving dogs
of all breeds, ages, and conditions,
helping them find loving, forever homes
within Texas and out of state.
We rescue dogs on the euthanasia list at
San Antonio Animal Care Services on a daily basis.
Through Their Eyes.
It's so hard and so cold on this concrete floor
I'm desperately straining to see the door
But when it opens the noise is oh so loud
I try to stay quiet and stand up proud
I can smell their scent, I can hear a voice
Something about there isn't much choice
I can hear the others begging "Please pick me!"
But I was taught well and sit patiently
Now they're in front of me, eyes open wide
I smile at them and invite them inside
But they back away and quickly move on
I hear the door slam, it's quiet, they're gone
Well it soon will be supper and here comes my friend
He says I'm a "good boy, but it's come to the end"
He's rubbing me kindly but won't look in my eyes
When I kiss him and love him I think I hear cries
I'm going for a walk but I feel somethings wrong
My good friend keeps telling me I must be strong
But we don't go outside, we go into a room
It smells strange, I am scared and it feels full of doom
My friend picks me up and puts me down on the bed
He hugs me and whispers, I don't hear what he said
But I shouldn't be scared, it's an injection, a shot
But when I look at their faces I know that's not what I got
I feel tired and sleepy, somethings not right
I don't want to sleep, I don't want to, I fight!
My friend holds me tightly he says it's okay
But I don't understand why I couldn't stay.
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