How our Sanctuary got it's Name

Up until a few years ago our sanctuary had no name, hell we didn’t even realise that we were a sanctuary.

Our local SPCA asked me to help out with animals that have been injured next to the road as it takes them hours to come out and put the animal out of its misery. This is no easy task for me, I can picture every animal that I have had to shoot.

 It is especially traumatising when you can see in their eyes that you are there to help, when there is no help except mercy to give.
It was to one of these calls that I met Blue.
This time our friend Jethro called us. He said: "Brons this donkey needs you!" I knew this meant that this donkey was in a bad way. I loaded my Shotgun and rode to the place Jethro directed me to..

Blue was a donkey that had been attacked with a machete, I was horrified to see the wounds on him, he was covered in slash wounds almost from his snout to his tail.
Things like this happen quit often as the local villagers take out there frustrations with their neighbours out on defenceless animals.

I sighted down the barrel of my shotgun and could not get myself to pull the trigger, and Blue was unceremoniously dragged on to the back of my bakkie (Pick-up truck) and taken home .
It took Esme and the Letaba SPCA probably more than two hours to clean and dress all of his wounds.
At the end of if it all she asked me what the old man’s name should be, I looked at him and he was blue from his head to his tail with wound spray, - the name Blue was appropriate-.

Blue lived with us for a full two weeks, he ate and drank his fill every day and slept on a bed of hay.  Unfortunately Blue's organs had started failing before we got to him the time he was given was just a bonus.

Our vet came to the farm, put him down and sat crying with me.
Our sanctuary is in honour of this very brave little donkey.
 
You are missed daily beloved Blue…