My Story – Vishant Chaudhary
My name is Vishant Chaudhary, and for the last 10 years, my life has been dedicated to feeding, rescuing, and taking care of helpless stray children — the voiceless souls we call dogs.
This journey has been full of pain, sacrifice, and silent struggles that I never imagined I’d go through.
A Pain That Never Leaves Me
I have seen my own child die in front of my eyes because I could not afford medical expenses. I have buried more than 200+ innocent children in the past decade. Each one left me shattered, but I never let my pain stop me from giving whatever I had to the ones who were still alive and needed me.
For years, I carried the belief that I should never ask for favors, never beg for money — not for their food, not for their treatment. I did everything with my own hands and my own strength.
Life Before and After COVID-19
Before COVID, I somehow managed everything. But when the pandemic came, life turned upside down. The streets fell silent. Restaurants and shops were shut. Food was nowhere to be found for stray dogs.
One day, I saw a mother with six puppies. Within days, only two survived. The mother herself was so weak that you could literally count her bones. That day, something inside me broke. I could not walk away. I took responsibility for them — and slowly, not just them, but every stray who started following me when I went out to feed.
It was no longer in my control. My heart couldn’t ignore their hunger, their cries.
My Struggles to Keep Them Alive
To keep feeding them, I worked tirelessly.
- I kept my full-time job (6 pm to 3 am)
- Did Blinkit deliveries in the mornings (5 am to 11 am)
- Spent afternoons (2 pm to 5 pm) feeding my children
This was my daily cycle. Sleep became a luxury, but at least they ate.
When my health broke down after 3 months of this routine, I still didn’t stop. I worked with Rapido, Ola, Uber, Flipkart, Amazon — anywhere I could earn something to feed them.
I never asked anyone for help. I never asked for money. I always believed I could manage.
The Festivals of Fear
Now with Diwali approaching, my heart is heavier than ever. What should be a time of celebration becomes a time of fear for my children. The loud crackers drive them from street to street, trembling, confused, and terrified.
During this time, the cases of rabies also rise sharply, and last year alone, I lost three of my children during the festival days. Their cries still haunt me. I cannot let more lives be lost this year.
Today – My Breaking Point
But today, things are no longer in my control.
- I have taken multiple loans just to continue feeding them.
- Last month, I lost my job and haven’t been able to find another.
- I could not even pay my last month’s EMIs.
My urge to feed them, to save them, has gone beyond my control. It is not just an activity anymore — it has become my life’s calling. But now, without help, I cannot carry this burden any longer.
Why I Need Your Help
I am asking, with folded hands, for your generous support.
I need to raise ₹30,00,000 (30 lakhs) so that I can:
- Clear the heavy loans I took to keep them alive
- Secure food and medical treatment for my children
- Protect them during this dangerous festive season when crackers and fear take away their peace
- Continue this journey with stability, without collapsing again
Every single rupee you donate will go directly to saving lives — to feeding hungry stomachs, to giving abandoned souls a chance to survive.
My Promise to You
I have given the last 10 years of my life, my health, my time, and my everything to them. This is not charity for me — this is my family, my responsibility.
With your help, I will continue to protect and feed them. Without it, I fear many more will die hungry, scared, or sick — just like the ones I have already buried with tears in my eyes.
Please, if you can, donate generously. Even the smallest contribution matters. Together, we can give them life, love, and hope.🙏 Help me raise ₹30,00,000 to save my children.
Thank you for your generous donation.
