Imagine our pleasant surprise yesterday when who should show up but Sheila of the PrimRose Donkey Sanctuary, accompanied by three of her faithful volunteers. There was much debate beforehand about whether or not Jack would remember Sheila. Jack may have a heart murmer and "floaters" in his eyes but there is absolutely nothing wrong with his memory.
We watched the five women walking toward our barn and suddenly Jack's head shot up and he said "well, i'll be durned!" He barged past me and rushed to the gate, trying to open it with his prehensile nose. He did his best to climb into Sheila's arms and the two of them had a most touching reunuon. He wanted her to know that even though he is blissfully happy here he will never, ever forget that she saved his life. I somehow think she understood.
Things are going well at the sanctuary, which is bursting at the seams with needy donkeys. Amos is failing but still manages to guard blind Patsy. PrimRose herself may be of advanced age but is in generally fine fettle. Tabolinsky's feet continue to improve - and then there is TJ. TJ has changed his name to Virgil, which he feels suits him better. It makes him sound rather like a wild west outlaw, so I tend to agree. His volunteer, Laurel, has finally gotten him relaxed enough that she can brush him all over, halter him and even give him restrained hugs. That woman is a saint. She has been working with him for over a year and has never given up hope that he could learn to trust her. Of course in TJ/Virgil's mind, he has done all the training.
I finally have a date for my annual fundraiser/tea party/birthday event - it will take place on May 29th, which is a Saturday. Jack says he will consider attending but will decide closer to the day. I think he just wants to see Sheila again. Everyone but mini-mules is invited.