Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
Two brown eyes met mine.They held and something seemed to spark between us. Then she turned her attention back to her puppies again.“Once the puppies are weaned, we will sterilise her and then she is all yours.”That was how Perdita, my wire haired dachshund, entered my life.When I think of the joy, laughter and happiness
“I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan, till one night I felt I was Bagheera – the Panther – and no mans plaything and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away; and because I had learned the ways of men,
For eight years, Pandora was the love of my life. Pandora, the yellow, rosy cheeked cockatiel, lived with me in Durban. ‘Oh yes, Gaynor’s bird,’ you are thinking. Yes, she was a bird but she was far more than that. She was my companion. She shared my life, living the ups and downs with me.
