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.
Blending tragedy with hope comes Nepal, a sweet little Merino lamb, born one of triplets, who sadly became separated from his family.
While logic tells us he did not fall from the sky, he might as well have, for from where he has come, we cannot ascertain. It is as if he is nobody’s cat. And here now, he most certainly is.
Few things in life tug more at the heartstrings than when you see the life draining out of the eyes of an animal. And when that animal is but a youngster, the tug becomes an all-consuming wrench.
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They have been declared the comedians of the barnyard (goats, that is) and proving this statement is not a work of fiction come Frick, Frack and Applejack.
It was the message we prayed we would never have to send – well, not for many a year anyway – to our team.
As a young first-time mum, having barely hit puberty, Margaret found herself in the direst of situations. Recently having given birth, and suffering a life-threatening prolapse, she did not know what to do.
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