and makeshift cages for sick animals. On one wall hung a notebook where Lidia carefully recorded each rescue: where she found it, how it was treated, and whether it was adopted.
“You’ve put dozens of animals up for adoption,” an officer muttered as he flipped through the pages.
“Sixty-eight,” she replied. But nobody wanted them.
His pension wasn’t enough, so he collected cardboard and scrap metal. He used everything he earned for food and medicine. He hadn’t asked for help because he feared the animals would be taken to overcrowded
