I accept animals into my life as spirit guides, not as dependent creatures brought to me only for my amusement and comfort. I embrace the notion of them as magical helpers who enter our lives when they are needed and leave when they are done.  I was deeply touched by the great connection between our pony Rock and Red, who came to act as Rocky’s eyes and led  him to the pastures and the barn. When the donkeys came, Red could not protect Rocky from their rejection of him, nor could he stop Rocky’s weakening and aging in the face of another winter. Rocky was a spirit guide, he led me to Florence Walrath and this farm.

Where will Red take me? He is a spirit guide as well.