This is Fae
Only hours ago, we collected her from the surgeon who skilfully put her broken body back together again. A surgery not performed on a kid goat before, but one that would prove all things are possible if we have the will to try.
This is the moment when a rush of air escapes our lungs, for it seems we have been holding our collective breath since Fae underwent surgery late yesterday. Now officially over round one, we shall step side-by-side with Fae on her road to recovery. And whilst we know it will be a long 6-8 week, sometimes rocky, period, as those tiny fragile bones mend and heal, those deeper scars of her past may take a little longer.
This is when we are reminded of the fragility of life and that every choice, we make in it matters. It matters to us and to those around us, and even future generations we shall never know.
This is when we stand of the precipice of Fae’s tomorrow, raise our hand to our brow as we look out to her future, take a deep breath and say, “Come on Fae, we got this.”
This is when Fae wakes up each day and that tingling sensation in her hind limbs is now one her body can respond to in the affirmative.
This is when we become infused with all of the good vibes as we celebrate the difference kindness can make in the life of those less fortunate than ourselves. And as it swirls around our bodies and settles in our hearts, we pledge to make more of it daily.
This is when we tell Fae that her new life of kindness awaits, and although there will be good days and bad, the good ones will be by far in the majority. She will never be alone or forgotten again. Not will her life end by a bullet delivered in carpark as it was to be that fateful day.
This is when we draw a line in the sand knowing that each day when the wind blows it will take with it the best forgotten memories of her loveless past.
This is when your new life begins our lovely. Now off to pick you some dandelions.