My Special girl

As the director of a rescue organization, I get that I'm not supposed to have favorites, but you know, sometimes it just can't be helped. While each and every one of our rescues are precious and dear to me, I have to admit there's one old gal that pulls at my heart strings the most. That old gal is Savannah. Savannah is a serval who came to us with her mate Simba back in 2001. Now at the ripe old age of 17, she's slowing down a bit. I've been trying to ignore the fatty lumps that I've found on her over the years, but last week, we found she had been licking one to the point it was getting sore so it was time to head to the vet. 

 

Thankfully, Dr. Milner was able to remove it and stitch her up good as new and send us home. While I know she's fine and this is just a bump in the road, it reminds me again that life is precious and much too short. I'm so grateful to be able to share this life with the incredible wildcats that we care for, but I want them to live forever, because losing them is too painful. Savannah spent the evening inside last night, so I could keep a close eye on her, and in the morning she let me know it was time to head back out to reunite with Simba. As I watched her walk down the run and up to her enclosure, I realized that she didn't have a care in the world and that in some small part I had something to do with that. And I realized that it was enough to know that she was content.