In the hospital, after my surgery, I dreamed about Jake, who was ill almost from birth. He nearly died once, then recovered, only to fade and die again. The donkeys are mystical animals, intuitive and aware, and they held a vigil for Jake when he was ill, Maria held the poor lamb and tried to bring him back to life. He seemed most comfortable in her arms.

I don’t know why I dreamed about Jake in the hospital, perhaps it was because I had to kill him when he fell gravely ill, he reminded me to respect the real live of  real animals, death is not a stranger to them, they do not live a no-kill life in the wild. The donkeys seem to understand this better than human beings sometimes. This is one of the photos I had dreams about, so I thought I would share it. I think it reminded me to accept the reality of life and to respect death and my close encounter with it.