Reflections of the Heart
Meet Marmalade and Marmaduke, two adorable wee kittens dumped just days before Christmas.
Alas, as are so many of their kind, as pounds, shelters and rescue groups are all struggling to cope with the burgeoning number of unwanted, abandoned and neglected animals that abound at this time of year. Even more so when their post-Christmas novelty wears off.
However, thankfully for these plucky two, they are amongst the fortunate ones, as stepping outside of our normal charter, we have managed to find “room at the inn” for them.
Whilst not everyone can open their home to a rescued kitten, or any animal for that matter, we can all most certainly open our hearts. For how we treat animals today is a most urgent issue as it is one that defines our humanity.
With 2023 drawing to a close, what better time than now to examine this?
One glaring fact that is so often ignored is that we can never hope to have peace on this earth whilst we continue to wage war, legally and illegally, against the most vulnerable amongst us: the animals.
What the world desperately needs right now is to extend the peace and goodwill that abounds to all who inhabit this world. What that entails is for each of us humans to align what we believe the world can be with what we permit it to become.
This is best done by living the reflections of our good hearts. And sometimes all it takes to get us there is not the raging roar of a lion but the gentle rumblings of a tiny, rescued kitten.
“Can someone please help me out I have a full grown female goat wanting to give away but marketplace won’t allow me to post…free of charge”.
Dust bathing for the first time in her 73-week life is Katie. Her “sister”, Kayla, eagerly watching on as her blind friend kicks dirt every which way.
When the cheeky young goat we have named Purr broke his leg in a remote community, things were looking grim.
If you are considering bringing a companion animal of any species into your world, please read and pay attention to the following.
Amazing us all just recently was the arrival of four teeny tiny turkeys: Cornelius, Tofurkey, Curious George and Cheerio.
Planting the seeds of kindness were the sweet natures of Hawthorn, Poppy and Tulip, young sheep who touched the heart of a kindly pound worker.
From this moment to the next, we grow and change. Yet we stay who we are. We are shaped by our experiences but not defined by them.
In the early hours of today, dear Henry pig nestled into his straw bed and drew in a breath