Please meet Candy.

Sixteen years old.
Blind.
Barely 2–3 kilos.
Her teeth are black, her breath rancid, her fur matted and sparse.
A golf ball–sized mammary tumour, because she’s never been desexed.

And she’s lived outside her entire life.

How does this still happen?
How does a tiny, helpless dog end up like this — forgotten, neglected, left to rot while people look the other way?

Our incredible foster mum Carolynne, who works full time during the week spent her Saturday doing a meet and greet with Bert, then drove straight on to collect Candy.
This frail little dog handed over in a carpark.

While my own dogs lie warm in their beds, I can’t stop crying. Because Candy deserved that too.
Every single day of her sixteen long years.

She’ll see our vet as soon as we can get her in.
And tonight, Carolynne will give her that first gentle bath — washing away the filth and heartbreak, and reminding her what kindness feels like.

You’re safe now, Candy.
You’ll never be left outside again.

If you’d like to help us give Candy the care she needs — her vet work will no doubt be extensive, please consider donating or sharing her story.

Every small act helps us show that kindness still exists ♥️