I grew up with a zebra named Zelvis. My mother rescued Zelvis from a life of small cages, stupid cowboys, and 2 angry cougars (the dangerous animals- not the good-lookin’ ladies.) It's a long story...
In deep contrast to his previous life, Zelvis found a safe haven, an adoring family, and a happy life on our farm.
How beautiful is my mother?!?? Unbelievable.
Living with Zelvis was incredible. He was sweet and moody and wild and awesome and we loved him very much.
Cheers to you, Zelvis!
You were one heck of a beast and I love you. A. Lot.
mae mae
PS- This post was originally published in October of 2011, but was republished today in response to Mama Kat's writing prompt about rescued animals.
PS- This post was originally published in October of 2011, but was republished today in response to Mama Kat's writing prompt about rescued animals.