MAR /APRIL 2025
THE GREYTON POST
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Greyton Animal Welfare Society: Making a Difference in the Community
Weekly Community Clinics: GAWS runs weekly mobile clinics, providing basic veterinary care and sterilization awareness at eight community points. In 2024, our animal attendances increased from 1,100 to 1,600. These clinics build trust, with supporters like Tannie Sarah and her dog Butler playing a key role in community awareness. Even one afternoon a month volunteering at a clinic makes a big impact! How You Can Help: GAWS is a lifeline for animals and the community, but we need volunteers! Whether it’s helping at the kennels, assisting at clinics, supporting sterilization drives, or working in the GAWS Shop, your time and effort matter. If you’d like to get involved, reach out today—visit us, call, or attend one of our initiatives to see where you can help.
training, fostering, and giving affection to our rescue cats and dogs—your time can make a real difference! Sterilization and Population Control: To combat overpopulation, GAWS offers affordable or free
sterilization and humane animal treatment. Our Doggie Home Project provides safe and comfortable homes for dogs. Farmers donate
Greyton Animal Welfare Society
Leon Perold
T he Greyton Animal profit focused on rescue, rehabilitation, sterilization, and education. With a small team of six staff members, we rely heavily on volunteers to help us care for animals, run initiatives, and expand our outreach. Rescue and Rehabilitation: GAWS rescues abandoned, neglected, and injured animals, providing medical care, shelter, and rehabilitation before finding them loving homes. Volunteers are essential for dog walking, Welfare Society (GAWS) is a dedicated non-
sterilization services. Our spay and neuter campaigns have helped over 400 animals in 2024 alone, with each sterilization drive assisting over 40 animals. We welcome extra hands to help during these busy days! Education and Outreach: GAWS
promotes responsible pet ownership through outreach programs in schools and rural areas. Volunteers help educate communities about
plastic drums, which GAWS transforms into shelters, equipping them with blankets and food from generous donors.
The Greyton Cliffhanger Part 1
spread right across his face. For, here he was underneath the magnificent ball of sun with not a single worry in mind or sight. There were small shops all about, spots to sit and sip; spots to simply relax - and food spots with plenty choices – for he knew only under the sun, he remained joyous without too much of a thought – too much of a care – he’d just be, there, under the sun with spots on his wearied skin. For not too much of a step and he found a place to sit out in the bright sunlight, just what his soul called for. Not too far from him, a small- town market was buzzing with fresh produce and all kinds of local goodies to sniff out. He watched as souls, young and old crossed over the heated street to take part in a mid-week accumulation of homemade
warmed-up voice; “few knew that the sun, once had ‘feelers’, healing arms that reached out into the human world to heat up that which was made close to blue by the night’s faithful friend, the cold moon.” Her voice, still like a stroke of sunlight. All the while, his eyes were closed, too – they both sat in complete content under the stinging sun – for this couldn’t stop those who longed for the sun to tinge their old bones. Her voice soothed only by the sun’s medicine, continued, “a farmer had decided this to be true, the sun was the goodness that grew through the summer days that he held onto – for he knew only the sun to be his friend...” To be continued (in part two)
hospitality. He struck up a conversation with a passerby, soon learning that the heat was to stay. Forty-degree weather was but another degree of pure pleasure to him. To lay out in the sun-flecked sky and to absorb all he could – his bones craved the warmth, and the sun would surely carve into him, into all his old and all his travel verses. A wise woman found his steps and he gave her a hand; she seemed to want to sit down rather than have a hand up the brick blocks – she had a sun-stained face and colourful lips – he let her, sit next to him. She had the eyes of a storyteller, for he could do with a voice murmuring under the waves of the sun. She closed her eyes and lifted a beam of sun, it seemed. “Ah, the sun is out to tell a story,” She started with a low and
Shani Delport
W ith laughter reaching the summer’s true testament: the ball of sun – the day began... with sunspots – on small town pavements... And so, the traveller took off his sun-bleached handkerchief that was covering his head, and his joy for the sun above,
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