If I have to grow old, I hope there are goats
BEING a journalist in a country town I get to experience moments I never would have if I had taken the metropolitan route; moments, that to many of my city friends, are down right bizarre.
And these experiences may be something my city friends never understand my affinity with, but that's what makes them all the more special.
Gunther Village's Jenny Thompson called me on Monday to tell me goats were going to be delivered to the aged care home that afternoon.
Huh, goats!?? What are they doing at an aged care home?
If you haven't read my story yet, it's on page 6, I'll wait.
... Okay? Good.
Not only did I get to write about Harold Tones's reunion with goats, but I got to be there.
And it was magic.
His face lit up and you could watch his sense of purpose come to life.
The power of animal therapy is absolutely undeniable when you watch people reconnect with what they've known their whole life, in a place which previously seemed daunting.
Keeping animals on site is something I had never heard of in the cities I have lived, I think it's brilliant.
My hat goes off to Gunther Village, it's evident they go above and beyond to keep their residents comfortable and happy.
If I have to grow old, I hope I get to do it with pet goats.