It’s a Sunday evening and I’ve had a gin and tonic. Earlier we sat on the stoep and brushed four out of five animals (the fifth had been brushed earlier and was asleep on the bed). I cannot explain the calm happiness that filled me.

I went with my friend to choose a kitty from Lucky Lucy this morning and we lazed in the young cat enclosure. Because it was clear in my mind that I didn’t need to choose a kitty myself I could love them all, and I did. So many kitties, so much loving. What an amazing place, filled with love and light. Finally, my friend made up her mind, and chose the sweetest little boy to join her family. My heart was exploding. He was one I would have chosen if I could have.

My year is slowing down, allowing lovely space for the loving of animals.