A Goodbye to Slurpie – and the Preciousness of Every Day 🌿💔 Greyscale White Minimalist Simple Video Collage Centric YouTube Intro Outro Video by Tanyaeyssen75 Today I write with a heavy heart but also overflowing with gratitude. My little rescue starling, Slurpie, passed away on day fifteen. I found her gone before lunch feeding. There was signs of harm her mouth was bleeding, what happend I don't know, what happened. For that, I’m grateful my other pets were all innocent. Still, the loss feels deep. Every rescue leaves a mark on our hearts, and Slurpie taught me more than I expected in those short two weeks. 🕊 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 Slurpie’s gift of slowing down Caring for a tiny, fragile bird made me slow down. Each feeding, each gentle chirp, each flutter of her little wings felt like a small miracle. Losing her reminded me that time is so little each day Every second can be our first and our last. Two lives, two reminders At the same time, I’ve be...
Update on Nina the Rescue : One Year Later It’s hard to believe a year has already passed since my husband found Nina, abandoned and collapsing in the heat near a petrol station . She was dehydrated, starving, and utterly alone. After baths that revealed her silky black-and-white coat and that unforgettable heart-shaped patch , we began the slow, messy work of mending her body and, I hoped, her spirit. We gave her food, shelter, vet care and routines 😸 the basic promises we make to every creature we take in. And yet, the wounds that lived inside her were not only physical. Nina carried trauma in the tremble of her paws, the way she cried when left alone, and the sudden, terrified snarls that would leap out from a place we couldn’t see. I used to think love meant feeding, grooming, and keeping her safe. Those things are vital. But they are only the beginning. A quiet lesson from my grandmother...... On our recent road trip 😹 when life itself felt fragile and urgent 😺 my grandmo...