Saelyra holding Doccio the day she found him in Cappadocia

Cappadocia · Turkey

When you rescue a dog, he ends up rescuing you.

They say that. It is true. I was minutes from boarding a hot-air balloon I had already paid for when I found a one-month-old puppy dying in the street. I cancelled the tour, lost the money, and picked him up. His name is Doccio. He is the reason this foundation exists — and the balloons went up without me.

2,000 dogs. A vet. People who show up every day. And no walls.

What you give buys veterinary treatment, medicine, food and transport in Turkey. There are no salaries, no offices and no fundraising overhead — there are none to pay.

The count

One dog, and then it did not stop at one.

1
DoccioThe puppy in the street in Cappadocia. He is the reason there is a foundation at all.
300+
Have found a homeAdopted and placed. Every one of them left the same open ground the others are still standing on.
2,000+
In our care todayFed, treated and looked after every day by a vet and by local people who show up whether or not anyone is watching.
0
WallsNo heating in winter. No shade or cooling in summer. Two thousand dogs on open land — which, for a dog, is still the street. This is the number we are asking you to change.
Saelyra with the dogs on the land in Turkey
Surrounded by the dogs she feeds
With a rescued dog after treatment
Holding one of the rescued dogs
Feeding time
Feeding a dog in the snow in Turkey

Every photograph on this site was taken by Saelyra or by the people who care for the dogs on the ground. Nothing here is stock.

The truth

The truth about where they live.

There are more than 2,000 dogs in our care right now.

They are not abandoned twice. There is a veterinarian on the ground. There are local people who show up every day to feed them, clean them, hold them.

But they live on open land. No heating in winter. No shade or cooling in summer. For a dog, that is still the street — just a street with someone who cares.

And that is the part we cannot fix with love alone. We can treat an infection. We can fill a bowl. We cannot make a dog survive a Turkish winter with no walls around it.

What we need is simple, and it is not sentimental:

A real shelter

Walls, a roof, warmth in winter and shade in summer — a place where 2,000 dogs can survive long enough to be adopted.

Food

Every day, for all of them.

Medicine and veterinary care

The vet is there. The supplies run out.

The land where the dogs live, with the shelters they have
One of the dogs on the land
A dog sheltering out of the weather
The straw bales where many of them sleep
Dogs bedded down on straw
This is the land. These are the shelters they have now.

Every donation goes to those three things. There are no salaries, no offices, no fundraising overhead — because there are none to pay.

On the ground

The woman who carries all of this.

Her name is Başak.

I met her there. She is the one who stays when the cameras leave — feeding, treating, holding, burying, starting again the next morning. Two thousand dogs are alive because one woman refuses to walk away from them.

I have met a lot of people who care. I have met very few who carry.

She should not be doing this alone. That is the whole reason this page exists.

Saelyra Salazar, founder

Why we are asking

I have funded this myself. I can no longer carry it alone.

Saelyra Salazar, founder

Every rescue so far has been paid for out of my own pocket, from the proceeds of a business I closed and largely gave away. We have never run a public fundraising campaign. This is the first time I have asked anyone for anything.

Istanbul is punishing in both directions — very hot, and then very cold. Puppies catch parvovirus every season and the treatment runs for weeks. The medication costs more than the people caring for these dogs on the ground can absorb out of their own wages.

And the shelter is not a shelter. It is built out of boxes.

The dogs

The ones who are waiting.

Photographs and video from Istanbul are on their way and will appear here. Nothing on this site is stock imagery. When a dog appears, that dog is real, and you can write and ask about him by name.

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The story

It was a Sunday, and everything was closed.

His belly was swollen with worms, bigger than the rest of him, and he would not open his eyes. People walked past him. When I asked locals what to do, some of them laughed — a dying puppy in the street is an ordinary thing there.

Our hotel called its own veterinary hospital, and the vets opened it just for us.

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Puppies sheltering on straw bales
The straw bales where many of them sleep
Travel crates at the airport
With a rescued dog after treatment

Two weeks

That is how long a dog has out there. Two weeks on that land, in that weather, with what we can carry to them. The ones you see on this page are not waiting comfortably. They are waiting against a clock.

From the journal

If you want to know what you are actually looking at.

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You can take one home, or you can keep one alive.

Not able to do either right now? Send this page to one person who might.