There were 24 baskets and travel boxes stacked in my lounge bedroom and hallway..every cage full of ringy's brushy's all literally dying of thirst and heat exhaustion...a little one that had come in with bitumen stuck to his paws and chin nestled in my shirt covered in goo and blue bandage finally gvies in and dies..I sit back and overwhelmed, just cry......then the phone rings again...back out we go...damn no air con in the car...I know we cant save them all but we at least have to try. If not us..who? - My Black Saturday.



Lest we forget.