08/04/2026
I had hopes of making a big post for this special anniversary. Five years since transporting Nakia. Five years of rescuing dogs. Five years of making an impact.
But something today brought me back to the same place I was five years ago—holding a dying dog in my arms, wishing she had the chance that Mara had gotten. I was brought back to the same place I was seven years ago—falling in love with a dog on the beach and using the money I had been saving all year to buy her flea and tick prevention.
I saw this dog at the grocery store in Anguilla. She was eating bones she found on the street, emaciated, had hypertrophied ni***es, and walked with pain from an old hip fracture. The store owners said she belonged to the residents next door. There was nothing I could do.
70 dogs in five years is a negligible amount compared to the millions that continue to suffer on the street. Every. Single. Day. This thought alone is incredibly discouraging to our mission.
But that’s not a reason to stop. Whether Wags and Wings exists or not, my heart will always shatter into a million pieces when I see a dog in pain. But because of Wags and Wings, 70 less dogs will live that nightmare. Jona, Millie, Nilla, Bean, Piper, Valentina will go to sleep tonight in a real bed. Lo**ta, Quinoa, Luna, Merlin, Koda, Frida will eat their breakfast tomorrow, just like any other day. Patrona, Rico, Lena, Chico, Layla will play like crazy and know they will have a place to go when they want for rest. Nakia will live another day. Another five years, and more.
THAT is why we do what we do. And in another five years, I’m going to come back to you with a post of hundreds of dogs rescued.
I will always cry seeing a dog on the street. I’ll do everything I can to help them. I’ll alert the local vets and rescues and give them food just like I did for this sweet girl. But the however many dogs we rescue will no longer struggle to survive. So we keep going.
