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I can’t watch movies about animals or read books about their life stories and how they came to be. It just makes me so sad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emotions are always sitting on the surface, waiting to be let loose of their harness and embarrass me, so I try to steer clear of anything that can disrupt the fragile state of my mind. It is done in the best interest of everybody around me, including my very unemotional husband. He just can’t handle me when I lose my shit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I cracked a bottle of Boschendal wine a few nights ago. I was alone at home, decorating and feeling festive. The bottle presented a problem when I took it out of the fridge. It had a corkscrew top. I cannot believe I did this to myself, buying a bottle that was going to challenge me. Didn’t corkscrews go out with Nokia 3310 long time ago? Oh well, I got the bottle opener, and for the next 10 minutes, I had a fun time. The cork broke off a few times, and the bottle opener broke, but I got that sucker out. Then I poured myself a glass and proceeded to merrily make my way through the Christmas decor. One glass led to two, which led to more, and I was rather chuffed with myself when I realized that I wouldn’t have to put an open bottle back in the fridge but rather put it in recycling as I drank the last drop. It was a merry affair, and when Christopher finally came home, he was met by a very happy wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Somewhere in between, I started going through some old photos and found a few of Grace. I woke up the next morning to a melancholy post that I put on Facebook in my wine euphoria, and looking at it, I’m glad it’s not more explicit. Delete, delete, delete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I do miss her so. She was a quiet and graceful dog, her long nose always found my hand when we were standing together, giving me a quiet reassurance that she is there. Sometimes I close my eyes, and for a second, I can feel her nose blowing warm air into my hand. What a privilege it is and was to share nearly 10 years with her. My friend asked me why I can’t let her go, and I answered it’s because I feel cheated. I feel her body gave up when my heart wasn’t ready to let go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A while ago I decided that as I am turning 60 my days of collecting animals are over. Now I have changed my mind, making it nearly over. There will be one more spot available and that goes to a greyhound pup with long hair. Female. Rescue. That is my criteria. Unintentionally I have been looking and now I have alerted my outreach people who are also keeping an eye open for me. The area where Grace comes from is well known for their hunting dogs. The right one will come my way when the time is right.I hope my Grace will return to me in a younger form. I am waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I look at my goats, sheep, and horses, and they are all old. I don’t want them to go to anybody else when I kick the bucket, and my family has strict instructions on what to do with them in the event of my demise. I hope everybody is going to give support and help Christopher, Briony & Keagen when they do what Mom has asked. You can all cry one time, and then that’s it. Life goes on, but I will be waiting at the Rainbow Bridge counting the fur souls as they arrive, so don’t even try to confuckulate me. If you want to see some paranormal stuff… test me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is one exception to the above, the donkey Earl goes to my friend Shimmy. She has a Pearl and Earl, and Pearl can live happily ever after. Earl is the youngest soul in my furry flock. Fiona and Duke go back to the Highveld Horse Care Unit as they are fosters, yes Christopher… I didn’t lie about this. Wish I can put a laughing face here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think heaven will be awesome as I ride my Luna through the Pearly Gates trailed by my little army of animals. I hope I am going to heaven… gonna have to work on that a little, as my language and deeds have steadily become more socially unacceptable these past few months. I just get so cross when I see the neglect and abuse when it comes to animals. Tersia, my buddy, says she sees the Hulk come out in me. This makes me laugh every time.Little Tersia ( it seems I only have small friends) helped me with the decoration of a 50 Shades tree in our local shopping centre. It took the entire afternoon in the blistering heat and when we finally got it done I had to pick Tersia up from the floor. True story. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On Saturday night, I had the honor of attending a 60th birthday. The friendship here originated while we were working at the Carousel in 1993\/4. We were neighbors, and our two daughters, Briony and Daniella, played together, making lots of memories. Now those two little girls are adults. How quickly time flies! Ali and Rob have remained a constant in my life, and even though I have swapped my stilettos for Crocs, our friendship continues to flourish. Saturday night, we celebrated Ali’s birthday, and I got to see a lot of awesome people whom I have met throughout our years of friendship. The evening was one of festivity and fun, celebration and entertainment. This made me think about what it is that we want out of this life. I used to want things, but now I want what real friendship brings: true acceptance and happy moments. It was also my first introduction to a FIREBALL. Jissie Julie, dis lekkerrrrr. Saturday night was a testimony to how we have progressed in life. It was a spectacular evening spent with great people. Happy birthday, my Ali. You are so loved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sunday we launched the 50 Shades of Spay 2024 diary. The entire initiative was spearheaded by the kindness of a tiny human named Lee. I think her heart is bigger than her body, and I saw exactly how little she is when a picture was taken of the two of us. We look like Gulliver and a friend standing there. She is a testimony to the fact that kindness walks around on two legs. Lee had an idea, and in two weeks, she put it all together with a fantastic result. Not only is she getting the 50 Shades name out there, she is doing it with so much style. Our vet bill is slowly diminishing as the diaries are sold. The day couldn’t get any better, but then we had a celebrity make her appearance. Zahra, the rescue, came and joined our festivities. Her story will soon be featured here, but this dog is the kindest, bravest soul I have ever met. She spent her afternoon panting away as it was a blerrie hot day, and she endured all the love and attention that was bestowed on her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My days are filled with people and souls that inspire me. This week we celebrate Luna’s 21st birthday. What a year it has been for the old man. He is certainly just where he should be right now. I hope the two of us get to do those sunset rides that I have in mind. Working towards it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s Monday Fucking Monday as Asimenye says…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Make it a good one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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