90% of the animals between my gf and her mom are rescues.
I think there is now 12 dogs and about 11 cats. All were Gunna get the pink juice. They are all sick and are on some sort of medication that previous owners couldn't afford or didn't want to.
One that stands out is a floppy eared old furry dog we named peanut. He can't hear well and the owner after 12 years didn't want him, we took him. You can tell he's a grouchy old man, but when you get the younger ones going he plays too. He also stands on his hinds and begs for food.
How the fuck can someone do that to their pet? When you take it you take it for life. You don't pawn it off when it gets old and needs your help. I understand if someone looses a job or something like that and they have to relocate, but to just dump it off because it's getting old sickens me.