Our Promise to You, Ash

Updated April 17, 2025

Just as the mighty ash tree bends with the wind but never breaks, you, too, have endured the storm of an uncertain beginning.

Torn from the side of your mumma’s tender warmth, the world was unkind in its first embrace, leaving you lost and alone. But fate, like the deep roots of the ash tree, has held you steady. It has carried you here, into our care.
Into our hearts.

And here, your world begins.

We have named you Ash—not for what was lost but for what will grow. The ash tree is strong, resilient, and bound to the earth by roots that stretch deep and wide. It grows majestic and tall, just as you will. And like the tree, your life will not be cut short by hands that see only worth in endings.

Know this, little one: You are not a number. You are not a commodity. You are Ash

Instead, your story will be long, filled with days of your own choosing, where the only numbers you will ever know are the steps you take and the heartbeats that mark your joy.

Already, you have shown us the spirit within you—those long, wobbly banana legs dancing across our vet room floor have shown us you are already a master of the lambie gambol. And your life now is unburdened by fear—the way it shall always be.

May your days be filled with the sun’s warmth on your back and the soft earth beneath your little black hooves. May you leap and bound through fields of green, scattering hope for your kind in the wake.

Know this, little one: You are not a number. You are not a commodity. You are Ash.

And we promise you this—the weight of human indifference or cruelty will never press upon your precious frame.

You are free to grow, to be, to live.

Exactly as you are.

This is our promise to you. ✨🐑💕