Monthly Archives: April 2013


This robust new inhabitant of Donkey Paradise was called Carillo – founder of the Spanish communist party during the civil war. As he is such a friendly old fellow, his name is now Cariño. Anyway, we don’t think he notices the difference!

His owner, now 89 years old, couldn’t take care of him any longer and so her daughter started searching the internet until she found our donkey sanctuary. Both mother and daughter loved their hairy friend very much and wanted only the best for him and the rest of his life.

Cariño is still very shy and he prefers to stay away a little from the other donkeys. But Caoimhe and he seem to like each other; therefore they share the little stable apart from all the others. His coat needs cleaning and his hooves need to be trimmed, but all in good time!




For Lyka, in memoriam

Dear Lyka,

We, the volunteers of ‘The Donkey Paradise’, were all so happy and excited when you arrived here last summer. We found you the sweetest, most beautiful and shy little donkey we’d ever seen with your shining black coat and modest little face. Mia, from Sweden, immediately fell in love with you and took some beautiful photos!

You were not very outgoing or curious. It was as if you took everything you found here for granted, you didn’t mingle much with the other donkeys. The first few weeks you would even prefer to go behind one of the caravans, and stay out of sight for most of the day. Later you would show more of yourself, and by ‘round up-time’ would come down by yourself and go to your ‘own’ place in stable 3.

Then we started taking yóu for granted. Expecting you to go on living with us forever after. You decided otherwise. One January day you didn’t like your food as usual, sniffed it, nipped a little, didn’t eat your normal quantity. We checked your temperature, which was normal, and gave you two aspirins dissolved in water and lots of honey. You swallowed this stoically. The next day it rained a lot, so all the donkeys had to stay indoors. You seemed restless, walked around in your stable, wanted to go out. We let you out, which seemed to calm you down, and you walked up to your hill as usual and came back as usual. Again you didn’t want to eat, again we gave you honey and aspirines. We also called in the vet to come and see you the following morning.

But there was no need for him to come. You died. We found you dead and cold the next morning. All of us were shocked by your sudden death.

We miss you, Lyka. You will always be remembered by all the volunteers who knew you.

With love,




daisey photo
“I saw a rat in the corridor. Shall I kill it for you?” Our English volunteer Chris had an eager expression on his face.

“No! That’s our Daisy! Don’t you touch her!”

“But rats are filthy. I’ll kill it.”

“Daisy may be fat and ugly, but she’s not filthy. Hands off her!”


Daisy just appeared in the donkey stable one day. Strange about her was that she didn’t flee  when she saw us. Also she moved very, very slowly – which was not so strange since she was really fat. She wasn’t scared of the cats either. They even shared their food with her. We could hardly believe it, but the proof is in the picture that Roisin, our other English volunteer, took.


One day she just disappeared as she’d come and we never saw her again. Maybe she left us her offspring – because rats in the donkey stables we always have. But no more Daisies, to our regret. Luckily we still have Roisin’s photo of Bas, the cat, and Daisy, the rat.