Hello my name is Fergus.

My name is FERGUS.  The start of my life was horrendous.  All I can remember is my mother disappearing when I was so very tiny and I was terrified when she was gone.  I don’t know where she went.  I was cold and hungry and I just lay down in this muddy field and gave in to whatever my short life had in store for me.  I didn’t know how to take care of myself.  It rained and rained.  I was sodden and I was laid in a pool of icy cold water and covered in mud.  I remember the pain in my feet and on my stomach.  It was excruciating it took over all of my existence.  I was half submerged in that pool wanting and waiting to die it seemed to be taking too long for me to do that – I was only small after all.  No one came to help me, no one cared.  I was passing in and out of consciousness.  I vaguely recall this lady picking me up.  She was very angry but not at me.  She put me in her car and brought me here to the Sanctuary.  Fate had decided to give me a second chance.  I was in such terrible, terrible pain.  The soles of my feet had rotted away and I couldn’t stand up for very long.  I was emaciated and half of my fleece had been eaten away by maggots. I was very weak and dangerously ill but felt I owed it to the angry lady to help her fight for my life. So I did.  It was touch and go for several week.  I love all the food and all the compassionate and patient people here, even the vet who has given me so many injections to get me well.  Actually I’m named after him.  I’m rather proud of that he is a good man.  I can remember another lamb about my age in the same muddy field.  I think he was even worse off than me.  Apparently the angry lady brought him her too but he was too far gone to survive.  I wish I could have met him and we could have helped each other to get well.  I am sad that fate did not give him a second chance.  I want to stay here for all of the rest of my life, with my friends and the good people here.  I don’t ever want to have to be in such overwhelming pain again.  Please sponsor me.
One year on and Fergus looks extremely well with no physical scars to show from his terrible start in life.  He is a quiet chap and enjoys the company of his fellow sheep. Understandably he has confidence with the people he knows at the Sanctuary but steers clear of strangers.