Hugs for Harriet
There are few who are not taken in by the magical being who is Harriet. And right now, as we type, not only has she taken over our lap (which makes it doubly hard to do so), she has also taken over our hearts.
But have you ever wondered just what it is about animals like wee Harriet that affects us so?
The answer lies in just who we are as a species. A species that is inherently compassionate and kind, as we look out for the vulnerable and the meek. You see, violence and harm, without just cause, are not in our nature. And although it may seem this is not always so, one only has to look at the layers of social conditioning and short-sighted self-interest that have caused otherwise kind hearts to shut down.
Born with a congenital condition that afflicts the ligaments in her front legs, causing them to over-flex, Harriet would not have survived if kindness had not found her. And the remedy right now will be a tincture of time, more loving-kindness, and two well-placed splints, before we know if surgery will be required to help little Miss Harriet fully be the author of her own life.
It is worth noting here that the very thing that can prise those hearts open are animals themselves, as we recognise our first instincts are to hug Harriet and not hurt her.
When kindness counted her tally for the day last Saturday, no doubt she would have included the benevolent act that saved the life of the wee lamb we have named Adelaide.
Feeling the potency of a predator attack was the soft, moist tongue of the newborn lamb we have named Cincinnati.
Easily mistaken for a deer is our sweet friend whom we have named Happy Days. Her name, we whispered to her as a prophecy of the good things to come.
Finding Captain Nemo and his Pearl, and discovering an ocean of kindness.
Some days we wonder how we humans have arrived at where we are in our chequered relationship with animals. And then some days we realise that we can lament the past, accepting that we had no hand in that; our only hand lies in shaping the present.
The heart-warming story of a grieving mother who found a reason for living in her adopted son.
It was an image that will never leave our hearts. The one of the mother standing over her newborn child.
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
Little did we know that Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’ short stay with us was to be anything but. An aged dairy cow at the end of her useful life, and having prolapsed after her last calving, a lifeline had been thrown to dear Lucy.