Gently placing a baby blue collar around the tiny goats neck a reassuring voice whispered in his trembling hear, “you’re safe now little one”. Little did they know that the sparkling diamanté letters of W O O F, would seal the deal for the name of this fortunate kid goat. Only hours before the sickly Woof stood bewildered by his dead buddy, a third goat who had been sighted with the trio in the preceding days was nowhere to be found. How the young juvenile goats came to be forgotten on this lonely stretch of parklands is anyone’s guess but one thing of which we are certain, had the kind heart not rescued dear Woof when they did the he would not be with us now. Feeble from severe emaciation, covered in blood sucking obese lice and afflicted by debilitating diarrhea, Woof’s lot was not good. And we pray we are not too late as we work feverishly to save the young kids life.
In a true testament to the goodness of the human heart little Woof is alone no more. Already free from the ‘vampiric’ parasites that were fast draining him of any zest for life, medications administered to address his diarrhea, internal drenching given, tonics for a general pick me doing their job and our special brand of kindness working on overload, Woof is now fast on his way to feeling a new goat. Indeed we have seen more signs for encouragement already.