Her name is Cleopatra. like all animals she has no qualms about the fact that she deserves love. To achieve it, she provides snorting affection, and grumblinly appreciates her belly rubs. To insult people by calling them animals and very often ~pigs is odd! I prefer the company of Cleo to many many people. she is true. Honest and open. Find that because I surround myself with the likes of this angel I am better able to see the good in people because Cleo and friends open up spaces inside me because they inspire gratitude: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you angels. Truly, Angels!
My mum passed when I was 23. I never really had the opportunity to come back home to a respectful relationship with her after my teenage rebellious tribulations and assaults on her goodwill. So this blog is to honour and thank her for her contribution to my love for nature. She was an avid bird watcher and had dreams of travelling through the bush. I have many memories of her being fascinated by animals on our weekend getaways to the Kruger National Park. My first memory of her was her riding a horse called Thunder. That is a beautiful memory and the name of the horse is as mystical and awe inspiring as her impact on who I am in relationship with animals. She was fearless. And always confident that all would be well. She had faith in my animal relationships always. As a very young child I was given the task on many occasions to hand rear orphan wildlife and pets. She never micro managed the process but would offer helpful insight that came naturally to her. ...
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