12/01/2026
Simply Stella.
She is such a good girl.
It’s been a few years now since she was rescued from a place where she was chained 24 hours a day. Her welfare was not great. She had been bred from who knows how many times. No freedom, no comfort, no understanding… just existing.
I still laugh at the absurdity and madness of it all — I got caught crawling along the floor with a handful of sausages, just trying to make her day a tiny bit better. But that was her lucky day. A substantial “ransom” was paid for her safety (and mine!), and we left with our girl. We never looked back — and we never went back. Because if I did, I know there would be more dogs suffering there just like she did. And that suffering still stirs something inside me… a desperation to save, a mission to rescue. I don’t know how that feeling evolved or why — it’s just there.
She was tricky to start with. She’d take on any dog who wanted to take her on. She’s a champion ratter. She had grit and fire. But years on, she is good as gold. She is understood. She is safe. She is unique. She is simply Stella.
And those who know her, love her for the soul she is.
There is nothing amazing about me — I am content in myself, so I don’t need praise. But what I wish, deeply, is that people who view dogs as commodities could understand that these sentient beings have souls and feelings just like humans. They hurt. They fear. They love. They remember.
All these years on in rescue. I don’t crawl along the ground anymore but Stella’s story is one of so many. And they all deserve better.
