A beautiful poem about the chilling winter. Sadly the dogs in the Bucov shelter will soon be living in an icy cold, with not enough shelter or food. They may be quiet, saving their failing energy just to try to stay alive. They may be crying out in pain at the cold and the biting hunger. Their winter will not be beautiful or peaceful. Winter’s icy fingers will take many of these dogs, especially the weak, the old, the young and the sick. We work tireless to do what we can but without more funds we can only do so much.