I have so many pictures of animals we have rescued over the years, I decided it is about time to post some of them.

I found this little dog when he was about 10 days old- I am not sure of the date, but believe it was around January, 2003.
He had been thrown into a lake and left to drown along with his sister. I was out walking my dogs by the lake, when I heard the puppies screaming from the other end. I ran as fast as I could, and found the two tiny puppies washed up in the on the bank. They were still half in the water and crying for their lives. It was also the middle of the winter, and freezing cold.
There was another puppy that had already drowned. I was able to get Toby and his sister out, and quickly got them home and onto an electric blanket. They were old enough to suck from a bottle and for a while it seemed they would survive.
I was working long shifts in a bar at the time, and had to carry the dogs into work in a bag to feed them every few hours. Luckily Kate came to Spain a few days later and she was able to take over the care of the puppies.
After a few weeks they began to gain strength and we thought they would survive- but unfortunately it was not to be.
Toby and his sister began having fits about a month after they had been found, and also started 'fading'. This would inevitably happen in the middle of the night- Kate would have to rush them to the emergency vet who would revive them.
One night Toby's sister had a severe fit and died.
Toby however, bit by bit, gained strength and eventually was able to travel to the UK. Kate decided to keep him.
He appeared healthy, and was a very loving, fun dog. He loved all people and other animals, and was a pleasure to be with. He adored to play with his friend Lucas, who was around the same age, they would run and chase balls together for hours.

When Toby reached a year old, the fits started again.
They began sporadically, he had one or two, and the vet commenced tests and prescribed some medication.
However he quickly worsened, he began having fits on a daily basis, and then two or three times a day.
He was shaken, nervous and traumatised after each fit- he lost his appetite and no longer had any interest in his walks.
The vets did not know what was causing the fits and could only put it down to the near drowning so soon after his birth.
Very soon it became obvious that apart from the fits, Toby also had a lot of pain, he would cry and rub his poor head with his paws. The vets could offer no solution, and Kate had to come to the agonising decision that is would probably be kinder to put him to sleep.
I no longer walk by that lake- due to I now more dogs to walk, and it is not a suitable place to walk many due to the Spanish people's intolerance of animals in public. Sometimes I think of Toby, and hope to God there are not more like him, thrown to drown in icy cold water because someone was too mean to pay for their dog to be spayed, and could not be bothered to subsequently search for homes.