My parents lived in a tiny cottage on Kingsway, part of the property of the landlord, an eccentric old gentleman Mr. Cowper (we called him Cowps) who among other things collected hundreds of Cremo milk cartons because he knew he would need them someday. He had a man-a-yard / household help / gardener called Victor who did everything. Victor was a great animal lover and with nothing at all managed to rescue numerous puppies and care for them, most of whom sadly didn’t survive the busy road. When my father died Cowps cut the rent in half as he knew my mother would have a hard time, and Victor ‘adopted’ her. He would station himself outside her front door at night and sit with his cutlass and assure her no one would pass him. And no one ever did.
Meg's Story - Ena's Haven & Horses as Therapy Animals
Children interact with a horse at Ena's Haven
As I look back on my life I am able to see that I have naturally or maybe I should say; supernaturally evolved into this god given gift of working with children and animals and being able to bring healing to both parties through the development of mutual respect, by nurturing kindness and trust. I have come to find that both the animal kingdom and the human race want to serve when they are considered, cared for and trust has been developed.