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Another blog by Sheyda who spent a few weeks in Iran and volunteered at vafa several times during her short time back home:
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Everyone who's a regular at the shelter knows Dingo well.
He's a fluffy, naughty, happy boy but what people may not know is that he came to us as a skinny puppy with mange.
He was found on the rough streets of Tehran last Summer.
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by: Mrs. Lida EsnaAshari
Translation: Mrs. Raheleh Lacroix Tabrizi
Publish date: September 2009
It was around 7 AM when the voice of my caregiver, Fatemeh, woke me up. I looked up; she was waiting for a response from me.
It had been a difficult night. Pain followed me like a shadow. I had tossed and turned all night long and could not find a comfortable position. Nothing seemed to help, even painkillers….
It wasn’t until close to morning that I finally fell asleep. Then I heard Fatemeh calling to me: “Madam, Madam.” A bit irritated, I opened my eyes hoping for a good reason for this rude awakening.
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by: Mrs. Solmaz Tarrahi Tabriz
My name is Seda. In Persian, it means “voice”. Sharareh, who is one of the members of the Center for Animal Lovers, found me almost dead and chose this name for me… because I was barking so much.
When I was a young dog, I was a shepherd dog and my owner loved me very much, but, unfortunately, he passed away and his sons sold all the sheep and abandoned me. I was an old dog, wandering the deserts. One day, when I was crossing the road, a car hit me. I don’t remember what happened after that.
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My name is ‘Shoja’, it means brave in Farsi. I am 11 months old. My mother and all my siblings were killed by City Hall officials but I survived. I was so sad and frightened. I tried to hide in abandoned places, but I was hungry and I had to look for food.
One night, a young man found me and made me fight with his own dog which was a big and strong dog. I was afraid, so I began to cry but nobody came to help me. Even one time I was about to flee but that person hit me and pushed me back. At this time my leg was hurting me so much that I couldn't even run away.
So the big dog was biting and choking me and I could do nothing.
Right at this moment a miracle happened. A lady called Mrs. Samira Moghadam from the shelter was passing by.
She and her husband Mr.Kashani saw me. They got off their car and after having a huge argument with that man took me to their car.
My leg was broken. So I stayed in Mrs.EsnaAshari's home for a while to receive medical care and then I was taken to the Vafa shelter.
Although I was crying so hard that night, I am one of the calmest and kindest dogs of the shelter now.
by: Mrs. Fatemeh Motamedi
My name is Shoja. It means “brave” in Farsi. I am 11 months old. My mother and all my siblings were killed by City Hall officials, but I survived. I was so sad and frightened. I tried to hide in abandoned places, but I was hungry and I had to look for food. One night, a young man found me and he made me fight with his own very big and strong dog. I was afraid, so I began to cry but nobody came to help me. Even one time I was about to flee but the man hit me and pushed me back. Now, my leg was hurting me so much that I couldn't even run away.
The big dog was biting and choking me and I could not fight back. At this very moment, a miracle happened! A lady called Mrs. Samira Moghadam from the shelter was passing by. She and her husband, Mr.Kashani, saw me. They got out of their car and after having a huge argument with that man, took me to their car.
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by: Mrs. Fatemeh Motamedi
My name is Tala, which means “Gold” in Persian. Because I was pure bred and pretty, my greedy and cruel owner treated me like a puppy making machine...to the point that I became very very weak...
So last time when I gave birth to 9 puppies, I was so sick that I couldn't even feed my puppies. He threw us away.
Fortunately someone told Mrs.EsnaAshari about our situation. She took us to the shelter and put us in a warm and clean room. I have been living a good life in the shelter ever since. My puppy was adopted by a nice family. Everybody here is so kind that I have decided to let the past go and enjoy the care and attention they give me.
We had nowhere to go and nothing to eat. All my lovely puppies died of hunger and cold, except for one. I was so sad. Fortunately someone told Mrs.EsnaAshari about our situation.
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