Although I grew up with animals, in the beginning when I was living on my own I made the statement not to have animals as I would like to travel around the world. Then Max entered my life and the story of homeless, neglected and sadly looking animals started and probably will never end.
This white beauty is Grabou; I found her (she called me) in the night I was ready to travel to France. She was five or six weeks old, I rescued her, put her in a basket and asked somebody to bring her to the shelter. That 'somebody' did not bring her to the shelter but locked her up in my rabbit-cage for weeks....with water and food she survived but without warmth and cuddlings she became a bit detached. Outside she's like a dog. When I walk to Mrs van de Breemortel, Grabou walks with me. She is also the one who attracts my attention (probably because she is white) when she found something. She is the expert in finding caterpillars:
Jibt dir dit Leben mal een Buff, denn weene keene Träne. Lach Dir'n Ast und setz Dir druff und baumle mit de Beene.