Deep in thoughts

for the past few days.

At times a surge from seeing again and again the 'rescues' we have done. Health, wellness, safety that we have accorded our animals. At times a little dip from thinking just how much of a 'rescue' have we accomplished. Nature, family, freedom that we have taken away somehow from them. When we need to save them. From our own kind. When we need to keep them safe.

We visited Mama Girl (still not used to calling her Goldie yet) on Sat and she had a good bath. She couldn't have it earlier cos of the stitches. That must be the second bath she had in her entire life. Amazingly, she is very clean by nature. No odour at all, as her new family realised and was pleasantly surprised with. I guess when you are at peace within, when you are joyful with life, when you are so intimate with nature you live as one with it, you can't help but exude a vibrant life plainly seen by others. Many home pets in contrast, are either facing health problems quite uncommon in nature, or have warped personalities from mishandling and under-socialisation by their human pack.

Nothing replaces nature. Maternal discipline. Primal instinct. Group dynamics.

Girl, fresh from a good bath, lost in bliss....




For those unfamiliar with Girl's pack, here is Big Ben, the big boy of the family. Tall and sturdy he is but he has this goofy look about him that cracks me up each time we meet. And he seems somewhat clumsy at times. :) Anne on the other hand is so petite you won't guess she is Big Ben's sister. She is the 'gangster' of the pack, almost always leading a confrontation if any.


We had wanted to rehome Girl with one of her pack member, that was the best plan. However, for now Girl's new family is only prepared for her, for which we are already very grateful.

There are thoughts of bringing maybe Ben to visit her one of these days and see what happens, if the family may take to the idea of adopting Ben as well. But what if not? Will bringing Ben over just open floodgates of memories for Mama Girl all over again, when she is probably slowly getting used to her human pack? Which is kinder - helping Girl let go of her family pack by not reminding her anymore of her farm life? Or giving her that short moment of joy of reunion with her son and possibly taking it away from her again? What do you think?

This is why rehoming is not my favourite activity. I ponder too much.

But we all know why we have to do this sometimes.


Mama Girl's goofy son, Big Ben :)


He looks almost Oriental, doesn't he? :)




When Big Ben was just little

When Anne was little



Ben, Anne, Star (son, daughter, grandson)


Mom & son

Mom, son & grandson