years ago, i volunteered to foster a bulldog that was coming from penetanguishene.
by the time she arrived in toronto with matted fur and a tattered collar, she had already had a long trip — originally picked up from a high-kill shelter somewhere an hour past sudbury, her journey was a well-planned series of hand-offs between transport coordinators in onroute parking lots and behind roadside diners.
overall, it was an effective and efficient process — and legal. that night, she fell asleep in a warm bed with a full belly, surrounded by toys and two furry friends snuggled up beside her. a month later, she found a family to love her forever.
sometimes, what it takes to give animals a better life is not exactly legal — abused animals stolen from backyards in the middle of night, or buildings that house puppy mills broken into to take pictures for animal services officers. that’s not following the law, for sure, but it’s saving the lives of those who can’t speak for themselves.
some would say there is no other choice — that, without help, these animals would suffer needlessly, and possibly die. others would argue that saving them at all costs, including taking the risk of being charged or arrested, is the right thing to do — even if it’s hard, and complicated and exhausting.
it’s like a human chain, passing meds across miles