They move in silence, shadows slipping between olive groves and abandoned buildings, forgotten by those who once used them. Their ribs press against thin skin, their eyes—if they survive long enough—turn dull with despair. The ghosts of Spain are not myths or legends; they are the souls of the Galgos and Podencos discarded each year after the hunting season, their suffering woven into the landscape like an unspoken curse.
Some are left to starve, wandering until their bodies give out. Others meet a crueler fate—hanged, drowned, tossed aside as if their lives meant nothing. Yet, if you listen, you can still hear them. In the quiet of an empty field, in the distant echo of paws that once ran with joy, in the wind that carries their unspoken pleas for mercy.
But ghosts don’t have to remain ghosts. Rescue gives them form again—flesh, warmth, love. Awareness gives them voices. And action gives them justice.
Don’t let them fade. Speak for them. Fight for them. Give Spain’s forgotten souls the ending they deserve. #Galgos #Podencos
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