THE VOICELESS DOGS OF NASSAU, BAHAMAS·SUNDAY,
JULY 22, 2018
New dogs each day, each week, each month, new
mouths to feed and care.
That is a reality I cannot escape anymore.
This is a small island, yet thousands of homeless dogs
are roaming the streets in search of food, water, love..
They are all looking for the same.. someone to love
them and be kind to them.. You would think that is not
too much to ask.. but here, it is.. Not many people see
these homeless dogs as sentient beings.
Dogs on the streets get abused to no end of cruelty.
Most of the dogs I helped through the years, had no
eye, broken hip, broken leg, raped, escaped death by
hanging, chained for life, etc, etc.
I am not a rescue 501c3, nor a shelter or organization
and I am not affiliated to the Humane Society or
receive any kind of help from the government. It is just
me and my love for these homeless that I do what I do.
So many sick dogs are on the streets silently dying
from distemper, HW, Ehrlichiosis, anemia, starvation,
kidney disease.. and the list goes on.
I was asked by someone to let people know what
exactly is that I do on a daily basis when helping the
strays of Nassau, Bahamas.
I know some people are reluctant to donate thinking I
am trying to scam them for their money and mostly
because people do not know me.
I have been helping the homeless dogs since I moved
to the Bahamas 11 years ago.
Hard not to notice them when they are everywhere on
My car always carry dog food and water, cause I know
dogs will cross my path constantly, so I feed them.
Most dogs are just passing by and I never see them
again, but the ones that live in the area I come
everyday to feed them until they trust me enough to
touch them and I know it would be a safe transition
once I take them from the streets.
The dogs get vetted, vaccinated and from there they
come to live at my refuge until I am able to find a
rescue willing to help me with them in the States.
Countless of homeless dogs have left the streets of
Nassau and they are now enjoying life being loved and
cared by their families.
Dogs that were disposed as garbage on the streets by
their families once they did not suit them well.
Dogs that were abused, mutilated, tortured..
Dogs that nobody wanted.. I wanted them all.
Dogs that were trash here and now are someone else's
treasure in the States.
That is what I do on a daily basis.
I am not a dream maker, but I do my best to give them
what they all dream of.
Nobody forces me to show receipts on what I spent
daily, but I do it to be clear and transparent.
I do not help these dogs to make a living. My pockets
and my wallet are constantly filled with receipts more
than money and I do get mistaken for a bag lady on
the streets, which I could care less.
I do not get up every morning and leave my refuge to
go have fun and bring lots of money.. I never know if I
am ever coming home because the streets are
dangerous and I could lose my life in a blink of an eye
by feeding dogs in the most dangerous
My faith has been put to test in so many hard ways, my
heart has been broken so many times that a normal
person could not bare the pain..
but I force myself to stand back on my feet when I
have fallen, because the streets are filled with
thousands of strays needing a helping hand.
I do not expect for you to believe in me, because I have
my doubts about everybody these days as well. Life is
hard and people have managed to take the trust away
from others by scamming using these animals.
This is me.. My name is Chella and I love these strays
with all my heart and I would do anything for them..
anything at all!
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