Atención. Tenemos que apoyar esta denuncia, atropello y ensañamiento Contra el Tte.Cnel Igbert Marín Chaparro.
Libertad para el Tte.Cnel Igber Marín Chaparro.
#NoMasPresosPoliticos
A mother invisible to the world, but not to us. Feeding a stray dog is the first step, but these puppies deserve to grow up safely. You, too, can help change the fate of living beings in need, often through a simple gesture that means the world to the one receiving it.
Díganle a Cilia, que el corazón de esta madre si se destrozo en mil pedazos luego de saber que a su hijo lo habían dejado morir en una celda solamente por sus rasgos y ninguno de los que estaban en el poder tuvo compasión de ella.
ATENCIÓN: primer enviado a la cárcel en Colombia por abusar sexualmente de una perrita, gracias a la ley "No más zoofilia"
Luna, una perrita de 3 años, desapareció hace 10 días. Al regresar, presentaba lesiones, secreción e inflamación genital.
Edwin Lionicio Vélez, el señalado agresor de Luna, se encuentra en la cárcel por orden de un juez
La ley "No más zoofilia" crea el delito de acceso carnal a animales en el Código Penal, con penas de cárcel efectiva de más de 4 años.
La ley es de autoría de la senadora Esmeralda Hernández. Este proyecto lo radicamos junto a la senadora hace más de 2 años desde Plataforma ALTO y organizaciones animalistas.
Lo ataron, lo metieron en un saco y lo abandonaron a su suerte… 💔🐶
Pero un hombre de buen corazón lo encontró a tiempo, lo liberó y le dio una segunda oportunidad. ❤️
Aún existe la humanidad. 🙏
Héroe rescatista venezolano #Tsunami viaja a Margarita.
El querido Tsunami, un perrito rescatista venezolano, emprende un nuevo viaje rumbo a la isla de Margarita, Venezuela, donde continuará siendo protagonista de una historia que ha despertado cariño y admiración.
Ahora, estamos decididos a darle el amor, la seguridad y el hogar para siempre que realmente merece. ❤️📷 Por favor, comparte y ayúdanos a encontrar a su familia perfecta.
The dog was coated in bright blue paint, and it had hardened across his body so badly that he could hardly move. Jax nearly walked right past him behind the dumpsters until the tiny figure trembled weakly in the cold.
Around town, most people recognized Jax as one of the senior members of a local motorcycle club. He was a large man covered in tattoos, the sort of person strangers usually kept their distance from before even hearing him speak.
Late that night he was cutting through an alley behind a row of auto repair shops when a patch of bright blue caught his attention. At first he thought someone had tossed out a broken toy or a painted statue beside the trash bins. Then a faint wheezing sound made him stop in his tracks.
What he saw made his stomach twist.
A young dog stood there rigid, thin from hunger and trapped inside a hardened layer of industrial paint.
The cold air had turned the paint into a solid shell, leaving the little animal unable to curl up, lie down, or move much at all.
Without a second thought, Jax dropped to his knees in the muddy alley, ignoring his boots, his vest, and the mess around him. He slid his arms beneath the stiff body and gently lifted the dog against his chest.
"Easy... easy. What happened to you?" he murmured.
The dog answered with a faint, shaky sound that was more breath than bark. Jax pulled him closer, lowering his voice.
"Stay with me, little guy. You're freezing."
One of Jax's club brothers hurried to bring their truck around while Jax rocked the dog carefully in his arms.
He rubbed the dog's stiff legs slowly, trying to warm them while sharing what heat he could.
"We're getting you out of here," he whispered. "Right now."
No one waited for animal control. Jax carried the dog to the truck, climbed into the back seat with him, and held him the entire ride to the emergency veterinarian.
At the clinic, the staff worked for four straight hours.
They washed, shaved, and carefully cut away the hardened toxic paint that had sealed itself over the dog's fur. By the time they finished, everyone in the room knew the truth: one more cold night in that alley would have been fatal.
Jax paid the bill without hesitation and decided on a name before they even left the clinic.
Cobalt.
The dog was only about a year old, still young enough to trust the hands that had lifted him from that frozen blue prison.
Today, the paint is long gone. The bones that once showed through his thin frame are hidden beneath healthy fur. And Cobalt now rides proudly beside Jax in a custom motorcycle sidecar.
To most people, Jax still looks like a tough biker in leather.
But to Cobalt, he's simply the man who heard a weak cry in the dark - and chose not to walk away.
🌐 El maltrato animal no se regula, se prohíbe !!!
Cuando van a prohibir las carreras de galgos y otras prácticas de tortura animal ?
@Camara_cl los estamos observando
#GalgosLibres
She had no food, no shelter, and no one to help
But this brave mama stood strong, protecting her puppies through every danger
Her love was her shield — and it saved them all 💛
Señor @ArzobispoAguiar es una vergüenza para la iglesia católica que en la Parroquia de la Divina Prividencia (Col Del Valle) en la casa de Dios, ejerza el párroco maltrato animal, como lo muestra la imagen.
Cardenal lo tiene a la intemperie, olvidado en la azotea y se niegan sistemáticamente a darle un trato digno de un ser vivo que siente como usted, yo o como el párroco de la parroquia. Hablé con una mujer que me respondió a mí llamado y no sólo me dijo que lo mantendrán así, que no lo van a entregar y me colgó el teléfono.
Uno puede esperar insensibilidad en otro lado, pero no en la casa de Dios que es amor y compasión.
Confío en que usted intervenga y dé muestra de misericordia y empatía con los animales, porque los mexicanos ya estamos hartos de que les infrinjan tanto sufrimiento a los animalitos.
@azelarobinson@MrCivico_@isidrohcisneros@bereaguilarv@GhalebKrame