She has lived her whole life on the street, at some traffic lights in a neighborhood in the suburbs of Athens. A decade spent on the street, and she survived with her spirit and her incredible will to live.
We don't think she ever had a name, we named her Soula because it reminds us of those old-fashioned nicknames that grandmothers used to have. Soula came to us from the municipality to take care of a wound she had on her side.
Nothing particularly serious, don't imagine. We would keep her for a few days until it healed and she would return. When we learned that she would go back to the traffic lights to finish her life there, it was impossible for us to make such a decision.
And Soula, as if she knew it, facilitated our decision even more. We left her in the office the first night because we didn't want to put her in a cage at all, and the next morning we found the office spotless.
Soula went out to relieve herself, roaming in the yard, and since then this has been her life. Lying around, the office, air conditioning, the yard. She retired, and whatever she needs from now on, we will offer it to her.
The volunteers brushed her hair and gave her a bath, dried her off, and Soula sat silently enjoying the pampering. She has very few needs, we barely notice her presence.
Since Soula adapted from the first day in a shelter, she can adapt to a home as well, and for this reason, we are putting her up for adoption. It is obviously unlikely that she will be adopted, but not impossible.
