The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation
The PetStaurant
South Korean Slaughterhouse Dog:
Rescued, Rehabilitated, Ready for Adoption; Ash #17
My name is Ash,
And I was rescued by Marc Ching and the Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation in November 2015. I was a bound dog, with my limbs duck taped - headed into slaughter where all my feet would have been cut off. The death I would have experienced, indescribable and eternal.
The place I am from, once you enter, a dog will never leave. We will never live to feel someone hold and touch. My heart crumbled with every crushing scream. I closed my eyes and shuttered every time their blood flew across me.
Who I am is basically a miracle. To be given a chance. To be pulled away when looking straight into death. No words can begin to describe how gracious I am to be alive.
I am currently up for adoption at the Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation. I am a poodle mix, and Marc believes I was a dog that was stolen from my family. I am potty trained. Full of life considering the evil that had clothed my body. And while I lived in complete darkness, for whatever reason, God chose to save me.
Marc told me that whoever adopts me, that they will be lucky. That my gift to the world is that I was born to consume darkness. My name is Ash, and there is only light inside of me. Where ever I go, and who ever I become - I represent what evil can never conquer.
May the life and the breath I breathe, may it be a testament to those that lost their life before me. May my existence prove that to do something extraordinary - you can be someone completely ordinary.
In the shadows. In the breaking dust when his hands pulled me from darkness, his mouth whispered, "This is the heart of rescue. And I am, The Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation."
Believe, because life is something to believe in. ###Marc Ching
On January 9th 2016 Marc Ching returned to China to breath light into the darkness that envelopes the slaughterhouse dog:
So it begins...
My journey back
into darkness. Back into that place where who I am cannot understand and these
hands - bruised and scarred from the life that came before me.
While I am a
stranger to death. I had to lie down next to it. While I cannot comprehend
their need to inflict torment. I was forced to inhale it. The blood. The way
their screams became tears that bled into the concrete beneath.
Because I can feel
it already - the crumbling. I can feel my breath leaving my body, and the
pieces of me I spent last month pulling back together, breaking to the Earth
below me.
I am going to die
out there.
I know it. I can
see the sky breaking into the dust surrounding. And while my death will not be
of my body, dying is still dying. And death, it is still my heart bleeding into
something.
I question why
return. I question why put myself in front of so much suffering. Why leave my
children and my family. Why leave my heart some place broken and barren.
I leave because I
believe someone has to leave. I sacrifice because I believe someone has to
stand against what most of us cannot. And while I am not strong. I am strong
enough. While I am afraid. I am brave enough. While I am weak. I know my heart
finds what it needs when it needs to.
This journey, it is
going to be the darkest journey ever. I will venture to different regions
within China to save dogs from slaughterhouses. I will once again go to dog
farms and torture chambers in South Korea. But this time, I will go to the
outskirts of Hanoi Vietnam to a place where the devastation and the abuse -
extreme and unfathomable.
I do this because I have to. I do this because this is who I am now. This is my heart, and just like each of you cannot, I cannot change who I am and who I was destined to become.
I am hope in that
darkness. I am a fucking miracle when no miracle is left to be found. And in
that moment of death, in that moment when my heart is about to explode - my
flesh and breath will become life once again. My hands, they will become hands
of liberation. And I will pick from the Earth their bleeding bodies and carry
them. I will be hope. I will be faith. I will be freedom for those whom only
know torment.
My quest to save
myself, it begins - here and now, in this moment. 01/09/2016, The Heart of
Rescue.
I sacrifice my life, because someone has to... ###Marc Ching
To selflessly rescue these tortured, loving creatures...Marc Ching stretches the limits of his psyche as if he too is being tortured. To lay his eyes on the suffering, brutalized dogs... ravages his heart---and yet like a soldier going to battle---even if he has post traumatic stress---he moves forward carrying the limp, frail bodies of those furry babies that have been victimized by the hateful hands of man. And releases them unto the Earth---the Earth that bore them---or if their spirit and heart are steadfast enough---they travel across the oceans to unknown lands where, as with Ash---they are reborn.... ---R. B. STUART
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