As I drove home this evening a fox crossed the road up ahead of me; a sight that I always marvel at. I love urban foxes, it is almost like you are catching them out in their secret life in the shadows of a man-made world. Although I adore all members of the animal kingdom, the fox is one close to my heart...Foxes will always remind me of my Gran, the most wonderfully kind and inspiring person I have ever known. I will always remember going to her great big house near the seaside, where I spent a vast amount of time as a child. On one particular day, shortly after her funeral, I remember going upstairs with my Dad and aunt to the bedroom at the back of the house where my sister and I used to sleep. While they were searching for something, I looked out the huge balcony doors into the garden and saw, sitting in the middle of the lawn, a fox. I suspect it was the same fox she was always told off for feeding by my Granpa (a testament to her unfailing kindness to all living things). But it was an amazing moment to see it just sitting there, looking and patiently waiting for her return. I remember feeling sorry for him because, although I was sad, no one could tell him he would no longer find food in this particular garden.
I shall forever remember that fox.
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