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Help Foxy Find His Forever Home in Barcelona!
If you’ve been following our journey, you’ve likely met Foxy—the little street dog from Rishikesh who stole our hearts. But for those who don’t know his story, let us take you back to the night everything changed.
One evening, while out for dinner on the bustling streets of Rishikesh, we fed a tiny white dog. He was fragile, clearly not built for street life, and we quickly noticed something heartbreaking—he was being relentlessly attacked by other dogs. It was clear he wasn’t “street-savvy” like the others. He was the runt, an easy target, and he was suffering.
But there was something different about Foxy. Unlike most street dogs, he wasn’t wary of humans—he sought comfort from them. He was gentle, affectionate, and desperate for love. This, along with his complete lack of survival instincts, made us believe he may have once belonged to someone, likely a foreigner, before being abandoned. He wasn’t built for the brutal reality of street life—he was lost, alone, and constantly under attack.
That night, as a fight broke out around him, we couldn’t just stand by. Three girls on a scooter—two of whom had never even been to India before—tried to rescue him. We attempted to take both him and another white dog, who we named Ghost, but they were too scared to hop on the bike. Heartbroken, we started to leave. But then, something incredible happened.
As we rode away, we heard the most gut-wrenching screams. Foxy and Ghost had started running beside us, chasing our scooter through the chaotic streets for 10 kilometers—desperate not to be left behind. Along the way, they were attacked again and again by territorial street dogs. Every time, we stopped to protect them, breaking up fights and urging them forward.
That night, we let them rest with us, assuming they’d leave by morning. But they didn’t. Instead, they followed us everywhere—on our scooters, to temples, even protecting us from strangers. It became clear that these weren’t just two street dogs. They had chosen us.
Eventually, Ghost found his way back to his pack, but Foxy wasn’t meant for life on the streets. He had found his person—Blue. We knew it the moment we watched him sniffing through crowds, desperately searching for her. He had already decided—she was his family.
We tried to leave him in a safe place, giving him food, medicine, and a caretaker. But the next morning, we woke to the sound of crying. Foxy had chewed through his rope and tracked us down.
At that moment, we knew—this wasn’t just coincidence. This was fate.
From that day forward, he was ours. He rode in taxis, crossed the Ganges on boats, and walked beside us, tied to a makeshift leash made from street rope. He was soft, gentle, and cunning—always finding his way back to us, no matter what. And so, we named him Foxy, our little white fox.
When we left Rishikesh, we had no choice but to leave him with a caretaker, hoping he’d be safe. But two weeks later, when Blue returned, she heard a brutal dog fight in the streets. Without hesitation, she abandoned her scooter and ran into the chaos—only to find Foxy at the center of it. Alone. Afraid. Fighting for his life.
Now, we are asking for your help.
Foxy was never meant for the streets. Whether he was abandoned or simply lost, one thing is clear—he belongs with his person, in a loving home, far from the constant danger of attacks, disease, and starvation. We want to bring him to Barcelona, where a safe home, a loving family, and a big open space to run freely are waiting for him. But we can’t do it alone.
The process is long and costly—he’ll need medical treatment, vaccinations, a caretaker to ensure he gets to his vet appointments, and finally, a direct flight to Spain.
We are asking for donations to make this happen. Every contribution will help us get Foxy home. And anything extra will be donated to Karma Animal Shelter, so other street dogs in Rishikesh can get the help they desperately need.
Foxy fought to find his family. Now, let’s fight to bring him home.
Donate now and be part of Foxy’s journey to his forever home.

