I've always had tom cats, both of them were arrogant little buggers, who did exactly what they wanted to. I always thought dogs were a little too 'eager to please you' and I liked a cats independence and their don't give a damn attitude. I've every intention of having more cats in the near future, I think any animal is such a great part of the family. For some reason this particular dog broke my heart, and I've struggled with the way I feel, and the reasons why I'm interested in bringing her home. The expense is frightening and I and my OH have asked myself if I'm doing it for the right reasons, not just to make myself feel better.
All I know is that she probably won't survive another litter and/or monsoon (she's had her first pups in the last few weeks), as she seems so low down in the local pack order and is barely more than a pup herself. I know it sounds silly but I would never forgive myself if I went back in November and heard that she'd died/been killed (as her brother was this last monsoon).
I was appalled to see her terrible condition when she literally dragged herself onto the beach to say hello. I spent my 2 weeks trying to shove as much food down her neck as possible and bought bulk dry dog food to supplement her 'begging' diet
And there's thousands more exactly like her, I can't help them all - maybe I can do my bit to make one of them have a good life. My OH can't believe it, I'm usually such a hard case and I've always had a very 'realistic' view of life!! 
