Weeping weekend

I’ve neglected this blog. Not because I’ve lost interest, I’ve just been very busy with life in a new city – I’ve been in Johannesburg for 7 months, is that still new? 
Work, life and love have consumed my life and I cannot remember the last time I had time to myself to write or read other blogs. 
Today time stands still, I don’t care about having time to work or fulfill other obligations and commitments. 
This weekend I lost a family member. My dog, Macy. She’s been in my life for 15 years. That is more than half my life and I’m taking this time to reflect and grieve. 
I have never weeped like I’ve weeped this weekend. 
On Saturday morning, 16 July 2016, I arrived in Durban. Two hours later, Macy was unable to move or walk. I sat with her for an hour and a half, not wanting to move her as she’s old and fragile. I wanted her to get her strength back and I’d sit with her until she did. She looked at me with her sad brown eyes and moaned. It was the most heart wrenching noise and I knew something was not right…. 
I had to say my goodbyes to her at the vet. I cried and cried and cried and then I kissed her and put my head on her little body and cried more. 
Honestly, on the way to the vet, I thought she’d come back home with me. 
I know she was old and her time was coming but I never expected it. 

My mom says she waited for me to come back to Durban so I could say goodbye. That’s sentimental bullshit but I believe it. 

5 May 2001 – 16 July 2016 

RIP my sweet, sweet girl. 

Dogs are family. 
Dogs are blessings. 



Guess what!

…Your God won’t love you less if you adopt a black baby!

There are thousands of infants and children who need homes. There are many reasons for this: they are born at an inconvenient time – “a mistake”; economic constraints or prejudice against the parents result in many children being abandoned; abortion may be prohibited amongst certain groups; the child may be a product of incest or rape and it is emotionally damaging for the mother to look after the child; or the parents are deceased.

People consider adopting for many reasons, and it is a personal choice to have an age, race and religious preference. There is nothing wrong with that, but the ugly truth is, black just does not fit into families. Black cats and dogs are the last to be adopted, that is a fact.

Another fact that is hard to swallow is that it isn’t any different for black children who are always the last to be adopted, some are never adopted and spend their lives moving from one orphanage to the next.

If you spend time with a child who does not fit into your ideals, but whom you have a connection with and you could provide a great life for that, is it not your responsibility to give that child a home? Or will you say, sorry, she’s not indian/white so I can’t.