We first meet Shikin (as she is commonly known) at the Alor Gajah morning market where she works at her mother’s food stall on Sundays.
After the market, we follow her to a small village off the main road. There are several buildings on her property but none that look, or smell, like an animal shelter.
Shiro, a tiny scrappy-looking shih tzu, straggles out to greet us. Shikin throws Shiro a rubber ball as she points to a maroon-coloured building in front of us, “that’s my shelter!”
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