Helping Hands for Stray Cats/Dogs

22/07/2025

Maraming salamat po hindi nyo iniwan mga alaga nyo, pamilya ang turing walang iwanan💪💪

21/07/2025

21/07/2025

Maraming salamat po kuya!!!
Pang bubong at pang bakod na rin sa enclosure.

21/07/2025

Thank you po sa nagbigay hinatid kagabi door to door, maraming salamat po anne

21/07/2025

Maraming salamat po sa nagbigay 10kilo ulo ng manok pang ulam ng dogs at dalawang used cages. Keep anonymous daw po.

Sana humupa na ang bagyo at tumigil na ang ulan. Ingat po tayong lahat

21/07/2025

We need paleta at mga lumang pansapin sa mga a*o karton lumang kumot towel lumang damit nilalamig na sila sa maghapon at magdamag na ulan, putik na nman sa enclosure😰 kmusta na kaya mga strays, mga alagang nkatali sa labas sana lahat naisilong😰😭😭

Sana tumigil na ulan para mkapag simula na magpalagay ng bubong. Kng may extra po kayo pandagdag sa pmbili ng materyales at pang labor or kng meron kayo mga pwede pa magamit semento buhangin steel matting mga nylon net pang safety sa mga pusa para di lumusot at lumabas anything po even df cf catsand.

Maraming salamat palagi.
Ingat po tayong lahat pati mga alaga🐕🐈‍⬛🐈🐕‍🦺

21/07/2025

21/07/2025

Isip bata lng..

𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 | Sana Umulan Para Suspended

A post what I saw
“Sana umulan para suspended.”

It’s something people say — casually, playfully —
hoping for dark skies and flooded streets.
Because for some, rain means rest.
Rain means no classes.
Rain means a break from stress.
Rain, for them, is comfort.

But not everyone feels the same.
Not everyone looks at the rain and finds relief.

Some people look at the sky and silently pray for it to stop,
some watch the clouds gather with quiet fear.
For them, rain doesn’t mean comfort,
It means another sleepless night,
It means moving furniture to higher ground,
It means carrying their children through muddy water, again.

While others laugh and wait for the next announcement,
someone else is shivering beneath a roof full of holes,
hugging themselves as the cold seeps into their bones.

While some enjoy coffee, blankets, and a rea*on to stay in bed,
others are outside, trying to save what little they have left —
their soaked pillows, their wet clothes,
their half-eaten meals floating in the water,
their home slowly turning into a river.

Because not everyone finds peace when it rains.
Not everyone feels warmth when the world turns gray.
Not everyone can afford to lose another night of sleep,
not everyone gets the comfort others have been given.

For some, rain is a rea*on to relax.
For others, it’s a rea*on to cry.

There are people who survive storm after storm,
whose lives are ruined every time someone wishes for floods
without knowing what floods truly take.
There are children who fear the sound of heavy rain,
because it means another day of wet notebooks and empty stomachs.

Not everyone is in the same situation.
Not everyone shares the same comfort,
not everyone calls the rain “rest.”
Not everyone survives what others casually wish for.

| 𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗲𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗻 𝗜𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼, 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗣𝗛

READ: https://pressroomph.me/article/b7fadda2b154478

21/07/2025