Being part of these foundations gave me the opportunity to help dogs and cats in street conditions, besides reporting cases that escaped from my hands, when the help needed the specialized intervention of a veterinarian. Saving the life of an animal has been a reason for criticism in my person, I remember that once someone told me that I helped animals (as if they were not important), and asked me why I did not do it with people. That made me a little indignant, of course I would help my fellow man, but they, the animals, those who have no voice, are not 100% independent, they depend on us humans, they cannot heal themselves, nor can they provide themselves with a healthy diet. If we who are rational beings need help, imagine them. Faced with his reproach I could have asked him how many humans you help, surely none, and animals, even less, but I decided not to say anything to him.

A few years ago, while I was working with my computer in the living room of my house, suddenly I began to hear some meowing, they were of a small kitten, I heard it in the distance, but then, the sound was intensifying more and more and I could not resist to look for the protagonist of that subtle racket. I went out to the porch and nothing, the kitten was meowing loudly, but I couldn't see it, they were so small. Until I finally saw him, as soon as the tiny little thing saw me, he ran straight to my house and slipped through the bars. He was dirty and his cheek was detached, it gave me a lot of pain and I gave him entrance to my house, even though I couldn't keep him.