12/09/2025
What you don't see when you look at a greyhound 💔
I was born in a cold, damp corner, among metal sheets and garbage. My mother could barely stand; she was skin and bones, and yet she gave us everything she had. I was one of many: just another greyhound born from the discarded land, in the cruelest precariousness.
I grew up rummaging through the garbage, learning not to trust. Sometimes there was food... sometimes, blows. One day they tied a rope around my neck. The training began. Running, running, chasing hares. It didn't matter if I was hungry, scared, or hurt. If I fell, they kicked me up. If I was useless, I knew my fate.
I was used. And when I was no longer useful to them, they left me. Alone. Hurt. Thin. With a broken soul.
This is not an isolated story. It's the story of thousands of greyhounds in our country. Used as tools. Condemned to a life of confinement, abuse, and abandonment.
✋🏼 Banning hunting with dogs is urgent.
✋🏼 Breaking the silence is our responsibility.
Link, shelter donation
paypal.me/spaelrefu