At the end of the 1800s, a woman in Barcelona took to kidnapping small children, sometimes as newborns, raising them as her own and forcing them into prostitution as soon as they were able. When they became too old, or if they fell sick, she would kill them and sell ointments and remedies made with… Continue reading Uncovering the Russian Abuser of Infants
Saved from a sure death in a fur farm, Tuzik is now one of the happiest animals in Totem. Let’s start from the beginning. Tuzik was born in a fur farm. Considered concentration camps for animals, these facilities usually provide fur-bearers with basic care – enough to make them grow gorgeous pelts that will then be harvested.… Continue reading Tuzik the feisty fox
Yet another tragic senseless death in the captive marine mammals industry in Russia. A young female bottle-nose dolphin Delpha just died in Anapa Dolphinarium in the Big Utrish after being seized from previous abusive owners. Before being brought to the Anapa Dolphinarium, dolphins Delfa and Zeus were kept in squalid conditions in an abandoned cattle farm… Continue reading Zeus and Delpha’s odyssey
Today is Thanksgiving, and although the celebration is not traditionally Russian, we thought we’d take the chance to sit down and think of what we are thankful for. Big Hearts Foundation is thankful for: all the supporters who keep following and sharing our work, who give us a huge help in raising awareness about… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
When Crystal, a five-month old Siberian tiger cub, was dragged onto the stage for the grand opening of the Tigre de Cristal Casino, she couldn’t hear the thundering music, or the flashing lights, or the immense crowds of people. She couldn’t smell the sweat or the alcohol or the filth. She could barely walk, and probably… Continue reading Drugged and Abused
They don’t only take the ones that no one will look for, the invisible ones slinking in the streets, begging for food and huddling close to each other for warmth. Sometimes, they take cherished pets, grabbing them through the bars of garden fences, or yanking at their leashes when they’re tied outside bakeries. They steal… Continue reading Ransom Puppies
It’s dark. I open my eyes, but the darkness is so thick I can’t even see my nose. I can feel though – I feel something hard and cold on my left; I can feel that my legs are tied together; I can feel my jaws clamped shut. By something sticky. I try to open… Continue reading Bear Baiting