M'Shoogy's--Looking for Feedback

I am considering making a bequest upon my death to this organization, but am receiving conflicting information--can anyone give me their history or direct me towards someone who can? Ihave already spoken with the owner. Thanks.

I cried today, thinking of my friends on the Hill. It was so cold last night and will be so much colder tomorrow. The lucky die of freezing to death, they get so cold they fall asleep and don't wake up. The really lucky are not captured.

I don't know which is truly worst for hoarded animals at M'Shoogy's.... being down and attacked and so filthy that maggots set in in 24 hours, and death by maggot toxins bring an end...such is death in spring and summer and sometimes fall....or to be so cold, sometimes for years, until so elderly that the brutal cold numbs the will and brain, and perhaps liberates the spirit from the suffering body.

I deeply regret saving young lives, only to have delivered them to an animal hoarder, and years of horrid suffering during winter.

I deeply regret my failure to euthanize cancer dogs hoarded there, leaving them to die alone and frozen.

I am ashamed of the torture inflicted upon these "rescued" animals. I am ashamed for the euthanizing I did not do. I am ashamed no one would listen, when I put a shout out about the criminal activity.

I am deeply disappointed that those charged with upholding the values of society don't. Day after day, season upon season, innocent captives suffer from filth, neglect, untreated chronic disease, in summer, watching bretheren succumb to maggots, in winter, so darn cold. So innocent, yet captive, modern day slaves, without legal rights. Captives of a madman, with no human effectively speaking up for them, so innocent, yet with no one effectively providing relief.

In their dying days, these victims have a special innocence and trust about them. Warehoused for God knows how long, so profoundly frustrated, yet, when dying, such gentle eyes, such everlasting trust. All abuse and neglect is forgotten in the eyes of the vics....they offer trust, and some love.

The hospice care I shared with darlings victimized by M'shoogy's is the greatest gift ever given to me. To share love with an hoarded dog at end of life is among the finest gifts God gives. This gift brings with it tears of sadness over what could and should have been.

Most of these tears are simply grief, sadness. Some of these tears are tears of fury and rage.

Money enables the abuse.

someone has spoken the truth describing life and death in a slow kill animal hoarding operation

why do they suffer?

how come authorities allow it?

who cries about their horrid suffering today?

who will speak for those with no voice?

who cares? who will step up to the plate instead of those who tried and failed?

the slow kill suffering is endless

Winter is just around the corner.

The wind chill factor reaches 30 below for many nights during winter in Savannah.

The dogs are warehoused without the option of indoor shelter.

Some give up the ghost and die in the cold. They freeze to death.

The unfortunate, too healthy to die of the cold this winter, are left to suffer next winter's horrid cold.

Hell is life in a self proclaimed tax exempt "sanctuary". Hell is being warehoused by an animal hoarder with no shelter from the horrid cold.

The unfortunate survive this winter....only to suffer the next.

May God forgive Silverglat for the torture he inflicts as a twisted hoarder.