Elders of ours living another spring.

With white hair, dull teeth, serene looks and resigned souls. They lived all their lives on the streets, no one missed them, no one missed them. But life changed their plans, and through different circumstances they came to us. Each has a story, a name and a pen number. And that's all their fortune.

They're all ten years old. And because working with animals is a reality, we are aware that they have no chance of ever going home again. But after our lives get back on track, at least come and see them, walk them, bring them something good, and listen to their stories!