In 2019, my boyfriend and I flew to Thailand with our backpacks. We had no specific destination, we just went with the flow. We started in Bangkok and landed in Koh Phangan after various stops. We spontaneously looked for accommodation, like every time. We found a number of bungalows, one alike. Beautiful looked different. But we were tired and settled for the rather shabby accommodation.
One evening we heard a strange noise at the door. My friend looked at me, I looked at him, and neither of us wanted to open the door. I sent my friend ahead, after all I was scared... let him be brave! And... surprise! There stood a dog, in a good mood but a little emaciated. He was wagging his tail wildly back and forth, so that his whole upper body was shaking. We immediately went to get some food and served it to him on a palm leaf. We let him sleep in our bungalow overnight and gave him something to eat again in the morning.
When we set off on the scooter, he followed us to the main road, where we naturally stopped. We were afraid he would run in front of a car or a scooter. There was a cafΓ© next to us, so we sat down there and thought about it. Suddenly, completely unexpectedly, my friend said to me: "I'm not leaving him here. We're taking him with us." I hesitated for a moment; normally that would have been my part. It didn't take much persuasion, I was on board immediately. I tried to contact several animal welfare organizations, but to no avail. No one had capacity, somehow no one wanted to help us, or we were given calls back that never arrived. We walked a few kilometers to the vet because the taxis wouldn't take us with our dog. It was a bit like a gauntlet - our foundling was very hostile because of the other dogs' unfamiliar territory. When we got to the vet, we got a recommendation from an animal welfare organization. They then passed us on to the decisive organization - Dog and Cat Rescue Samui, also known as DCRS.
I took our new stray to Koh Samui by ferry, while my boyfriend packed our things as we needed new accommodation. We had already stayed longer to sort out all the organizational details with and around the affectionate, sweet four-legged friend.
When we arrived in Koh Samui, my stray animal and I were picked up. We sat in the back of the pick-up truck for almost an hour on the hot loading area, with the sun beating down on it.
When I arrived, I just sorted out the paperwork with a woman from Berlin, Brigitte. The dog was already gone and I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. He was taken to an animal shelter a few kilometers away. I took a scooter taxi back to the ferry and then back to Koh Phangan.