Far From Shrinking, Meet Violet.
Age has done nothing to detract from the dishevelled beauty before us that is Violet.
Although an emaciated form and an untreated flystruck wound say she has known little kindness, it does nothing to diminish her worth for receiving it. But taking a step back before sweet Violet entered our fold, she did not have a name, only a fast-shrinking future.
Turning both around we named her Violet as we blanketed her in our love, tended her injury and imagined her covered in the soft purple hues of enlightenment, hope, and spiritual fulfilment.
Her old-world name too conveys succinctly her splendour and grace and reminds the incredible power of nature.
And although still a little wary of our kindness, and despite the indifference she has endured, Violet is a gentle soul, with the courage to be curious, and she is a wise being who commands a second look.
Looking a second time at her, one cannot escape seeing a sheep who has miraculously evaded the fate of so many of her kind. Getting to live to a ripe old age, and now doing so with dignity and autonomy, more than informs us that although she is soft and sweet, she is far from shrinking.
And that all sheep, in this respect, are both sentient and sensitive, it is something we should never shrink away from.
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.