It was hearing on the news about desperate people in Ukraine running back to their animals and getting shot that made me get up from the sofa one night, turn to my husband Bill and say, “I have to do something.”
Even though we were utterly horrified by the news that a 26-year-old Ukrainian volunteer, Anastasiia Yalanskaya, had been killed after dropping off food to a dog shelter near Kyiv, I refused to let it put me off the mission I knew I needed to undertake.
I’m a doer, not a talker, and I knew animals would be suffering, just as civilians are right now, in Ukraine. The thought of them being hungry and homeless wrenched at my heart.
