11/12/2025
6 beautiful souls have been killed at Rockhampton. We have such an epidemic of people who dump their animals and simply give up on them. Please consider fostering or adopting to save a life
💔A Letter to the Six Who Never Got Their Second Chance 💔
To the six beautiful souls who didn’t get to feel a soft bed tonight…
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry the world didn’t see your worth.
I’m sorry I couldn’t reach you in time.
I’m sorry humans failed you long before you ever reached the pound.
You were not unwanted — not by me.
You were not disposable.
You were loved, even without ever knowing me.
I hope your last moments were gentle.
I hope someone looked into your eyes and told you that you were good dogs.
I hope you felt warmth — not fear — as you slipped free from this world that failed you.
Run free now — all six of you — tails high, no more cages, no more waiting for a chance that should have already been yours.
You mattered.
You always mattered.
And I will carry you with me for the rest of my life.
💔🐾
Rest In Peace
— Your advocate, even when the world wasn’t.
💔 Six More Lives Lost Too Soon 💔
I never thought I would have to write a post like this again — certainly not so soon after the last 13 animals were euthanised. Like we said before, this hadn’t occurred in the past 7 years… and yet here we are. Twice in one year. And this time there were pups! Puppies!
To say I am devastated, angry and heartbroken would be an understatement.
I blame a lot of things…
🐾 A system that continually lets down innocent animals with no voice
🐾 Backyard breeders who create puppies and kittens that too often end up unwanted
🐾 A government that gives no real weight to the lives of these animals
🐾 The heavy reliance on volunteer rescues to fix a problem they didn’t cause
🐾 A housing crisis that forces owners into heartbreaking surrender situations, only to be told “It’s okay, they’ll go to rescue” — when clearly, that is not always true
🐾 A throw‑away society that replaces living beings as easily as broken things
But the one I blame most… is myself.
For not doing more.
For not trying harder.
For not reaching out to every rescue under the sun in one last desperate attempt to save them.
No one feels more guilt than I do right now. I feel like I failed them.
And what breaks my heart even more is knowing that once they are gone… they are treated like garbage. Literally. Taken to the dump. Discarded as if they meant nothing to anyone.
That image haunts me.
I wish — more than anything — that we were allowed to give them something better.
It matters that they know — even in death — that they weren’t trash.
That their lives were important.
That they were loved, and they mattered to someone.
They mattered to me.
After 7 years of doing this, you’d think a relationship would be strong enough… a phone call made… a chance for one final plea before a life is ended. But no, just the standard email sent every week. Silly of me to think the animals’ chance at life would matter enough for that.
I hate this cruel and careless world we live in… where lives like theirs simply don’t matter enough.
I don’t know how much longer I can survive this cycle — this permanent state of burnout.
This emotional blackmail. This constant heartbreak of knowing that sometimes… even when you try… it’s not enough.
The only thing keeping me going is their faces — being their voice — and the fear that if I walk away, there will be no one left to help.
But that spark?
The one that drives me?
It flickers more often now. And I am terrified of the day it goes out.
And this is where I need help.
Where we need help.
The only thing that will reignite that spark — the only thing that will give me the strength to continue — is seeing a real solution built for these animals.
✨ We need a rehoming centre. We need land. We need support. We need louder voices. ✨
If you have:
🌱 Land to lease or donate
📑 Knowledge in applications, grants or proposals
📣 Influence or connections to help us be heard
Please — reach out.
This is not just my dream.
This is a lifeline for the hundreds of animals who deserve a future.
A safe place where surrendered doesn’t mean sentenced.
To anyone reading this:
Please — adopt, foster, advocate, speak up.
Do whatever you can.
Because rescue shouldn’t fall solely on the burned‑out and broken‑hearted.
Because relying on unpaid volunteers to fix a nationwide issue is not good enough.
Because these lives deserve better than this.
If those with the power, the money and the means won’t step up… then who will?
