What is a soul dog?
A soul dog is a dog with whom a relationship exists beyond language. Their presence becomes intertwined with your identity.
They are the one dog you can sit and cry with without judgement. The one who is there through the dark days, when depression may weigh heavily on you. The kind of dog who knows when you’re pretending you’re okay. You can say you’re fine. You can smile. You can carry on with your day. But somehow, they know. They come and sit beside you, put their head on your lap and stay there. No questions. No expectation that you explain yourself. Just I’m here.
They are the one dog who has never passed judgment on you. They don’t care what kind of day you’ve had, what you’ve achieved, what you’ve failed at, or what version of yourself you are that day. They just love you.
They are also the kind of dog you make up songs about; we all do it! We all have an imaginary album dedicated to our dogs. Mine is Now That’s What I Call Oscar, Volume 10, although, if I’m honest, I’ve probably surpassed that by now. At any opportunity, I make up a song for Oscar to tell him how incredible he is to me. I sometimes think he must wonder whether life at the rescue centre was actually more peaceful than listening to his Mom completely ruin another version of I Will Always Love You. But he listens anyway.
A soul dog is the kind of dog who breaks your heart at the sheer thought of losing them. You think about them not being here, even for a moment, and suddenly the thought feels unbearable. So, you go and find them. You hug them a little tighter. You bury your face into them and tell them how much you love them, whilst quietly asking them to make an impossible promise: Please never leave me.
They are the kind of dog who knows the difference between your “I’m staying in my pyjamas all day” outfit and your “we’re going somewhere” outfit. Turn up downstairs with unbrushed hair, joggers, an oversized jumper and probably your dressing gown too, and they already know… sofa day. Cuddles. Snacks. Absolutely no plans.
But put on your jeans, brush your hair, find your shoes and suddenly they are sat by the door like, “Right then, where are we going?” They are the kind of dog who celebrates your return after being away for five seconds or five minutes like you’ve been gone on a six-month expedition. And then comes the helicopter tail wag.
They are the kind of dog who has seen versions of you that nobody else has. They’ve seen you at your happiest. They’ve seen you completely exhausted. They’ve seen you laugh until you can’t breathe and cry when you thought nobody was watching. They’ve seen the days when you’ve felt like you could take on the world, and the days when the world felt like too much. Through every version of you, they stay by your side.
They are the kind of dog who somehow knows when you need them without ever having to ask. They know when you need the silly version of them: the zoomies around the living room, the ridiculous antics, the toy being thrown at your head because apparently, you’ve been sitting down for far too long. And they know when you need the quiet version. The one who lies beside you. Just warmth and love.
They are the dog you talk to when nobody else is around. You tell them about your day. You tell them things you probably wouldn’t ever tell another person. You tell them your worries, your plans, your secrets and sometimes complete nonsense. And somehow, you always feel heard.
They are the dog you talk to when you leave the house, promising them that you’ll only be five minutes and that you’ll be right back. You tell them how much you’ll miss them. You kiss their head countless times, as though there is a possibility you might never see them again.
They are the dog whose little habits become part of your life’s rhythm. The sound of their paws coming down the hallway. The way they sigh dramatically when they lie down, like they’ve just worked a full twelve-hour shift at the nap factory. The way they follow you from room to room. Privacy no longer exists. Even when you try to shut the bathroom door.
Until one day, you realise you can’t remember what your life looked like before them. Because somewhere along the way, they stopped being your dog…
and became part of who you are.
And perhaps that is what makes a soul dog so difficult to explain. It isn’t simply that you love them. Of course you love them. It’s that somehow, they have become woven into the very fabric of your life. Their presence changes the shape of your days. Their absence would change the shape of your world.
They aren’t just there for the good moments. They are there for the moments nobody else sees.
They are there through every version of you.
And maybe that is what a soul dog really is.
The one who doesn’t just walk beside you through life.
The one who becomes part of it.
But here’s the thing.
Every soul dog starts somewhere.
Survivors of the dog meat trade deserve a chance to become someone’s soul dog,
Because they are still waiting for that moment.
Waiting for somebody to see them.
Not as a rescue dog, not as a number, not as another face you see on social media, but to become somebody’s dog. Somebody’s sofa companion, somebody’s reason to smile after they’ve had the worst day. Somebody’s shadow, somebody’s entire world. Somebody’s soul dog.
Because that dog you see deserves to have silly songs made up about them. They deserve to have someone kiss their head ten times before leaving the house, and to know that when Mom comes downstairs dressed in her pyjamas, it means a day on the sofa, but when she comes downstairs in her best dress, it means an adventure.
They deserve to lie on the sofa, to be cuddled and held, to have someone bury their face into their fur and tell them how much they are loved. They deserve to know that Mom’s wellies mean a walk in the woods or perhaps sand between their toe beans. They deserve someone who knows all their little quirks, their favourite things, their funny habits, and the tiny things that make them who they are.
They deserve to have a name that somehow turns into a hundred different names, all said with love. Oscar, for example, has somehow evolved into Moo Bear (one of many), a nickname that came from the very first teddy he loved: a fluffy cow. Thankfully, unlike most of his toys, this one has never needed a trip to the hospital to be stitched back together again! He loves that teddy almost as much as I love him, and he protects it like it is the most precious thing in the world.
They say a dog’s face doesn’t turn white from age, but from the copious amounts of kisses that slowly fade their colour. I like to believe that’s true, and they deserve that too.
That dog you see waiting deserves all of this and more
They deserve to be somebody’s Moo Bear.
To be who Felicity was to Julia.
Somebody’s best friend.
Somebody’s reason to smile.
Somebody’s soul dog.










For years, I had supported NoToDogMeat, watching in admiration as Julia, Mr Zhao and their small team risked everything to save dogs and cats from one of the cruellest trades imaginable. Julia has sacrificed more than most people could ever comprehend to build this remarkable charity, even selling her family home to keep its mission alive. Alongside Mr Zhao and the rescue team, she regularly puts her own safety at risk, confronting the criminals who steal beloved pets, breed animals for profit, imprison them in horrific conditions and condemn them to unimaginable cruelty, all for financial gain. Their courage has given thousands of innocent animals a second chance at life.


















The true meaning of rescuing a dog is not simply giving an animal a home; it is choosing to stand in the fragile space between suffering and hope. All our dogs are based in China, rescued from the dog meat trade, and many arrive carrying experiences no living being should ever endure, marked by fear, uncertainty, and a deep mistrust of the world around them.











I have nothing but praise and admiration for you brave souls.I could not do what you do,I’d have to arm myself to kill the evil brutes perpetuating this cruelty.So instead I give a monthly donation with a little extra when asked, to help you in your Godly mission.
I love you all and appreciate so much what you are doing.May God Bless You!❤️