My name is PETULIA and I am 13 years old now. I can’t recall just exactly how old I was when I came here but I think I was quite young. Angela, who helps at the Sanctuary, used to give me bread and biscuits over her garden wall. I was one of several sheep kept in a field behind her house. Angela knew that we were all going to be slaughtered. One day I stood looking over the hedge into Angela’s garden waiting for my biscuits and she decided to ask the farmer if she could buy me. He said she could and that is how I came to be here. She is a very compassionate person. I was extremely fortunate to be put in the field on the other side of her garden. I am quite nervous, after all I was saved just in the nick of time and I can remember my companions in that field. They are all dead now. Because I’m nervous I’m prone to be slim but I have my friends, a group of other middle aged ladies. We enjoy each others company and even though I’m slim I’m in good condition for my age. I understand that is something you humans can be quite obsessive about. I want to spend the rest of my days here with my friends, in a peaceful, quiet and secure environment where none of us are going to disappear in that dreaded lorry to the slaughterhouse. Please sponsor me.
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