Farewell to Franz

When I first found you, not quite one year old, you were sick, hurting, and alone. I never imagined that years later you would come to live with me and I would be responsible for you.

I fought hard for you to overcome your destructive and naughty behaviours. I worked with you every day, sometimes all day teaching you, sometimes holding you tightly, showing you how to walk, to sing, to jump, to live, to be brave and not be afraid to love. Read more