We Believe All Dogs Have the Right to Live ~ And be Loved!
We would like to do a massive shout out to all our loyal supporters and followers. These have not been easy days we have all been faced with and we often don't get the opportunity to stop and thank everyone. So here it is "Thank You". During the last few months and the stressful times of COVID-19, shelters have continued to be over run with unwanted animals, in fact there was an increase as people scrambled to make sense of their world, losing jobs, losing hope. RTLR has been there as always, pulling dogs and finding homes for them. We are so pleased to announce that we have remained steady as far as adoptions and transfers go and we never let a dog down. When a dog comes into our care they are safe and will always have a home. None of this is possible without the tireless work of our supporters, our fosters and our volunteers. We speak for the animals when we say once again "Thank You".
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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. DONATE VIA PAYPAL: Therighttoliverescue@outlook.com |
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