Just had to revive this and relate a dream I just had....
I was in Gini's back yard and she had turned her back office into a stable. Running around the yard were chickens, ducks, dogs, cats, cows, and there was a sweet little pony that kept sitting in my lap. All these animals were rescues and you could barely walk around for all the pets she had. Never did see Rascal, Annie or Emma but they must have been in the crowd somewhere. Gini asked if I wanted to help feed them all so I lifted the pony down from my lap and walked into her kitchen but the pony kept following me insisted on sitting on my lap. Next thing I know Gini is in the yard again calling all the animals in this high-pitched voice...."Here guys, feeding time, come and get it....."
Then I woke up...
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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