August 2026

Dear readers,

In summer 2025 we took in the little dog Jumpy. Jumpy is not a dog like any other. He was hit by a car and has been paralysed in both hind legs ever since. We had no experience whatsoever with a dog that cannot walk and loses his stool and urine uncontrollably. We had no idea what tasks and how much care awaited us. Jumpy regained his independence, his zest for life and his quality of life when we bought him a wheelchair — his Ferrari. He now races around in it without a care in the world.

In August Farah once again received a call for help about an animal that had been hit by a car, can no longer feel its hind legs and will remain paralysed forever. The little cat, just 6 months old, is full of joy — such a sweet, bright, playful and cuddly cat. It broke our hearts to see her in the photo, in a small, cold metal cage. We went and got her, and we would love to buy her a Ferrari and see her run again. We believe she does not have to be locked up just because two of her legs no longer work. It would be wonderful if she could romp freely around the farm with our other cats. But now we have been advised not to buy a cat a wheelchair. A dog and a cat in a wheelchair are not the same thing. With her freedom of movement she will want to climb and jump again, play with other cats and chase anything and everything that moves. In some situations the wheelchair can be more of a hindrance and a danger than a help. But letting her crawl around the farm, Finca Noah 2.0, without a walking aid strikes us as irresponsible. Since she drags her legs stretched out behind her, she would scrape them raw. Once again, good advice is hard to come by.

I have watched videos of cats driving around in their wheelchairs, simply happy not to have to drag themselves across the floor any more.

At the moment we have to bathe the little one every day, because no nappy will stay on her. She loses even the smallest size while sliding across the floor. Luckily for us she is a very patient cat — bathing her is no problem at all. The inflammation on her bottom worries us a little, as that spot is almost always wet, so the healing process will take a bit longer. Once again we have to learn to cope with this task, this challenge, and to give her the time and attention she simply needs. We want to give the little cat the best possible chance of a good life, even though the start of her young life was not the happiest or the safest.

Anyone with experience of cats in wheelchairs is very welcome to get in touch. We are grateful for every tip and every piece of good advice.

In April 2024 we took over a small Ratero-mix girl from our former neighbour at the old finca. Farah had to think hard about whether to bring her into our pack. The new surroundings and all the other dogs wanting to greet her were probably a bit too much for little Juna. It took her a very long time to settle in, to trust, and above all to get used to the idea that dog food comes in a bowl.

Perhaps it was also the change from a small brick hut in the garden, where she had to sleep for 11 years, to a dog cushion in a warm home. Juna had to go hunting with her previous owner. Here on the finca, in unobserved moments, she chased little chickens. We had to break her of that hunting instinct as quickly as possible, because none of our hens or roosters are locked up. Like most of our animals, they are free to move around the property. Juna was quickly accepted and taken in by the pack. She licked Quinnie's nose, muzzle — no, actually her whole face — with real passion. When Juna started to breathe heavily and kept getting a cough, she had to go and say hello to our vet Toni. An X-ray showed not only the reason for her breathing problems. Countless small pellets from hunting rifles were visible in her body. I was speechless.

Toni explained to us why Juna was breathing heavily. But he also arranged a further appointment with a specialist. He only does that when he wants to be one hundred percent sure and the condition is not his field of expertise.

Little Juna weighed only 13 kilos, but her heart was as big as that of a 40-kilo dog. The enormous size of the heart pressed on the other organs and above all on the lungs. A diagnosis that we, or rather Juna, had to live with, because there is no medication to relieve it. Shortly afterwards Juna had an epileptic seizure, with no warning signs. Fortunately it only happened once, so the vet gave the all-clear. What was confirmed, though, was what we had suspected for some time: Juna had gone blind with age. For a long time she still reacted to light, but at some point she lost her sight completely. She seemed to have somehow come to terms with everything and was always right in the middle of things. During the move and the rebuilding of the new finca there were of course moments that were not easy for her. Her surroundings changed daily. Building materials that had not been there the day before suddenly appeared, and Juna walked into them. She coped with that too, more or less. Over time she just walked a little more carefully — and generally in the opposite direction when you called her. The one thing she always knew was where the food was. Her nose worked 100%.

On the night of 23 to 24 August we had to take Juna to the emergency clinic. In the evening we had already noticed that she was having more and more difficulty breathing properly. It was extremely hot again that day, and we assumed that Juna, like many other animals, was struggling with the heat. But even late in the evening, when the temperatures became a little more pleasant, it did not get better — quite the opposite. Blood ran from her nose. I immediately carried her to the car. At that moment her heart stopped and she stopped breathing.

Her ashes will return to Finca Noah 2.0, because this was her home, here are her friends, here is her family.

In October 2025 we packed our bags at the old location and transported the entire Finca Noah, with all the structures built for the animals — and of course every single animal — to the new finca.

We have now been at the new site of Finca Noah 2.0 for 10 months and are still busy building, repairing and, above all, painting. Anyone who knows the old Finca Noah knows that almost everything there was white. Now everything is turning green! Not because we think it looks nicer, but because the law requires it.

A good, long-standing friend of Farah's was in Mallorca and came to visit us. He was so enthusiastic and fascinated by what we had already achieved, and had such great respect for what still needs to be done, that he promised to help. For a whole weekend Oliver and a friend rolled up their sleeves — nothing was beneath the two of them. We took him at his word when he said he was here to do some real work. He swung the paintbrush, put his muscles to use and pushed one wheelbarrow of sand after another. With a wink Oliver said: "I'll come back to help when you've finished painting."

We have many metres of wooden paddock fence that had to be painted green. One call for help from Farah to get this thankless task done, and the hard-working helpers were on site. Dear Elke, who has been supporting our association and our animals for a while now, came straight away with her 5 best friends. They stood in front of us in their loveliest white clothes and simply said: "Painters wear white work clothes too." The girls clearly had fun that day — and we were just as delighted with the wonderful help.

Dear Ramona and her husband Christian, Henryk, Simona and the family Anke/Kristian/Jan and Lea also made time for our animals and picked up a paintbrush.

Kristian liked the colour green so much that he came back another time to paint, because not only the paddock fence but many of the metal structures have to end up green too.

A Mallorcan woman asked us for help in desperation. A wild pig has been living for several years on a neglected plot of land, with no trace of the owner. During the rescue she was so fascinated by the story of Animal Police that the following weekend she came to the finca with her boyfriend and more friends and lent a hand. We have never had such motivated and grateful Mallorcans supporting us on the farm. Lorena and her boyfriend have already been here a second time, showing us that helping the poor souls of Mallorca really matters to them.

Another family helped us build an enclosure and is always there when the call goes out: Farah, the Animal Police team and the animals urgently need support. They not only support Animal Police with their hands — they have started a fundraising campaign and so also help us financially with regular donations.

Little Leonie rented a holiday finca in our neighbourhood with her big family. Animal-loving Leonie approached Farah while she was walking our dogs and was desperate to meet our animals. Her eyes lit up and she was on fire to spend more time with the animals. The next day she stood at the gate with her whole family (10 helpers) and said: "Right, now tell us how we can help."

There is always something to do here. For everyone who wants to help and is able to, there is a task.

We are endlessly grateful that you exist, that you took the time, and that you helped make sure Finca Noah 2.0 will soon be finished at its new home.

If you would like to support us too, you are very welcome. We are happy about every helping hand.

Once again, thank you very much for reading my lines.
Nadine De Tomi from the Animal Police team