If you are an avid reader of my blog, you will already be aware of the fact that my mum lives for her animals. She loves her children, of course, but I think that what keeps her going from the moment she wakes up until she lies back down at night are her four legged friends.

A few weeks ago, I had published this post on my mum and her beloved horse, Tuscan. Prior to that, I showed you here what a typical morning for her looks like, as well as another post that was written by my mum on her newest find, Mesa. In the meantime, there have been many more kitten rescues, but her one true companion will always be her Guiness. 

This is what Guiness means to my mum, in her own words.

<3

Emory

P.S. Have the most memorable weekend, friends! The next time that I see you, I will be another year older. :-)))

“Born in Europe and brought to Canada with 3 brothers. Abandoned in a cattle trailer. Was going to be shot. RCMP intervened. And this is where our story begins.

“I met the police officer in the next province over and my first sighting of Guiness was a big, black, bear-like dog. I opened the door to my Jeep, he settled in and we made the long drive back. His eyes. They just seemed to say, ‘Okay, you found me, now let’s get this started’. That was six years ago.

“Guiness has been my constant companion. He has never known a leash nor a collar. He does chores with me three times a day. He knows exactly where I need him to be. I don’t give Guiness commands, he looks at me and I either nod or shake my head. He’s watchful, brave, quiet, strong and loyal beyond belief. I buried both of my parents and whispered in his ear all my sorrow. He is a rock. He is mine. When he lifts his giant head, says “Roo Roo” and swishes his tail, I know all is right with the world. I didn’t rescue him, he saved me. I adore you, big boy.”

MaryAnn