There was a time when I loved writing for the sanctuary. I loved sitting down with my coffee, listening to the sounds of early morning all around me, and capturing intimate moments we frequently overlook. Always, I could write about the changing weather and how it impacted the land. Or the forested Shire where the neon green grass grows soft around patinaed oak trees. It came easily. Until it didn't, when one day, the sanctuary's accountant, not unkindly, but not gently either, suggested I...

Last year at this time, we didn’t know just how much love, grit, and faith this first year’s journey would demand of us… nor could we have imagined how much love it would give back to us in return.

Lucy came to the sanctuary with only days left in her life to spare. She, and her sister, Ethel, had been well-loved in their previous...