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The pet I’ll never forget: Joey, the sickly calf who helped me through a fog of grief
I had just lost my brother when Joey arrived – also struggling and in need of TLC. Caring for him gave me a routine, and taught me that life is worth the fight
TL;DR
- The author received a fragile twin calf named Joey shortly after her brother's death.
- Despite advice to give up on the calf, she hand-fed and cared for him, initially in her cottage with her dog, Gail.
- Joey gradually improved, learning to walk and developing a strong bond with the author and her dog.
- Caring for Joey provided the author with a routine and a sense of purpose during her grief.
- Although Joey remained small and often unwell, the author believes he had an enjoyable life and was instrumental in her recovery, teaching her that life is worth fighting for.