My new mum says that she has had news of my old friend and protector, the brave Cazaux.
Evidently, with the weather and everything, he is still not separated from his boy bits so had been 'yarded' as they say - no not a member of a gang but imprisoned on the yard as he is not allowed to socialise with sensitive jenny donkeys, which are everywhere at the Donkey Sanctuary. Mum says there are some very fine funky fillies there and the old fella's heart is pounding with excitement and spring almost in the air.
But finally the day came when he was taken out to what will be his new field - ok he is a home alone donkey, but he can see other potential friends nearby and it means he can have a gallop and a buck and kick - he also shows that a total poseur he is by advertising the sanctuary.
I think they will have to redesign all their publicity material to feature Cazaux!
It is wonderful to see him again as he was a good friend to me and we have travelled a long way together. Ferguson, my new boy, is tiny and a bit of a wimp compared to the gallant Cazaux - he just does not quite have that gallic charm that oozes from Cazaux. Oh, will I ever see him again?
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