Some Days came to us as a three-day-old Jersey calf. A sweet, doe-eyed beauty born into the dairy industry with a partially formed front leg that could neither serve her nor safely remain.

This morning, an artist left our world. His name was Rembrandt. And although he never held a brush, he coloured our days in ways we are only now beginning to understand.

It was a bitter winter’s day when Heather first arrived at Edgar’s Mission, and one of winter’s finest when she left. Which seems only fitting, for somewhere between those two days our Heather became magnificently, unmistakably herself.

There is a word for what happens when something can no longer hold itself towards the light. It wilts. And once, a very long time ago, Blossom did.

There was something about the way Verity looked at me. She would tilt her head ever so slightly to one side, fix those gentle eyes upon mine, and hold them there with a knowing that seemed almost impossible to explain.

A Tribute to a Pony-Loving Goat Named Herb

Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.

Twinkle Dot did not exactly burst into the world. Born in February of 2025, one of eight tiny piglets to rescued mumma Petunia, he was the smallest.

Today marks an entire lap around the sun without you. And although the sun shines no more for you, because of you it shines so brightly for so many.

There are some animals whose lives become so entwined with our own that it becomes difficult to remember a world before them. Polly was one of those animals.