Skip to content


July 31, 2017

The forest fires in British Columbia are devastating the land and forests. These conflagrations get worse each year.  Historically, they have been part of the natural ecological cycle; now, however – and due to global warming –  their numbers, duration and intensity have escalated dramatically.

These photos of a part of the Nicola Valley, south of Kamloops, are of the land where Anjou, a DSC foster donkey lives.  Most of the time this environment is perfect for Anjou and his 3 donkey companions.  They graze over 265 acres  of shrubby grassland and then they return each evening to their barn where they receive much attention from their caregivers.  The ground is rough, hilly, precipitous in places and rocky.  Usually, one can see for miles but the haze in these photos blocks most of the vistas.  It is the smoke from fires burning 30 miles away.

Anjou’s caregivers have been on high alert for over a month, now.  Every day the temperature soars above 30 degrees Celsius and, unlike in years past, there has been a lot of wind.  Sparks in a windy landscape like this can turn into a fast-moving blaze within minutes.

It is a given, of course, that neighbours are tremendously supportive of each other in this vulnerable grassland  world.  Next door to the farm where Anjou lives, the rancher has large equipment,  water trucks and several workers on standby.  If a fire were to start, his backhoe would be used to cut trenches around houses and barns.  In the meantime, people work outside, removing dry brush from the vicinity of buildings.  It is never-ending work, too often complicated by extreme air pollution that clogs the air, caused by the smoke from distant flames.

One can only hope that these fires will die out sooner rather later.  In the meantime, our hearts are with the people and animals in the Nicola Valley, Williams Lake, Kamloops  and in neighbouring areas.

Sandra Pady, Founder



July 12, 2017

It has been a month since Tibet’s death and I continue to miss her presence very much. The smoothness of her silky coat, the sweet smell of hay on her forehead, her inimitably delicate walk: she fascinated me in so many ways. From her first moments in my presence – both of us shivering in the coldness of a dark auction barn – to the last time that I stroked her beautiful ears, this little donkey floated around in my imagination.

During two decades with us Tibet experienced the many stages of a full life. Upon arrival at the DSC she was only 3 years old and already pregnant. She carried her foal, Tengen, for almost thirteen months, birthed him all alone, and then nursed and guided him during his first two years into independence. The decade following was an energetic time for Tibet when she mingled comfortably with the donkeys in the main herd. Hours and hours were passed grazing in the pastures or resting comfortably in the warmth and security of the Donkey House. Then, one day while out in the fields, Tibet twisted her leg and tore a ligament.  This injury would go on to inhibit her movements from that time onwards. Thereafter she lived in the barnyard paddock with the older donkeys whose pace of life was much slower. She became a favourite of countless visitors, young and old.

For my part, I always looked forward to encountering Tibet. Her very presence charmed me. I’m sure that bystanders were often surprised by my effusive greetings to this little equine; nevertheless, I would chatter on and on. Looking back, I realize that my compliments to her were part of my desire to connect, to experience the full attention of her gaze. Such moments were always evanescent, though,  because of course from her vantage point I was just the other, essentially foreign and unimportant. As I did not exist for her, nor did she for me.

There is one more thing about Tibet that I feel compelled to share. While I miss her very much, I know that I am waiting, too. You see, Tibet arrived at the Sanctuary less than a year after Alice’s death.  Alice was a little grey donkey as well, equally fascinating in her own way and the space she left was filled by Tibet. I wonder who will be next.

Sandra Pady, Founder






June 16, 2017

In my opinion, there are few jobs so rewarding as those involving the care and support of animals.  At the same time, our work can make us feel like we are riding an emotional roller coaster.  That has been very much the case in recent weeks.

The donkeys and mules to whom we give a lifelong home come to the Sanctuary from every kind of condition.  In May and June,  calls for our help have come from many locations in Canada.  Our animal care staff have logged thousands of kilometres to do pickups and they have seen evidence of a variety of standards of care.  These inconsistencies mean that the emotional wear and tear on staff can be very high.

Staff went to Quebec to pick up Beans and Burrito in early May.  These two Standards, grey and brown in colour, are closely bonded and they were well treated by their former caregivers.  Changing circumstances in their lives prevented them from being able to continue to give care.

Then Surrey and Roxanne, a grey Miniature and a dark brown small Standard, were trailered most of the way from Manitoba.  Staff drove to Orillia to meet the van.  Although Surrey and Roxanne received good treatment, their caregivers were moving and had to sell the farm.  Added to that, there are some health issues with these donkeys and we understand that few veterinarians practice in winter north of Winnipeg due to harsh weather conditions.

Next, a five year old roan coloured pinto mule, was trailered here by our staff who had to travel to the Ottawa region where she was living.  We understand that the mule had lived on several farms in her short life. She is very high-spirited and is very challenging whenever she has to be handled.  Mules can be that way, especially when they are treated harshly in their first year.

Finally, we brought in two white Standard donkeys, ages 18 and 19.  They lived in Southern Ontario and had been obtained to guard some sheep.  When they didn’t bond with the sheep – which is often the case – the owner lost patience because the donkeys kept trying to leave the area where they had been  placed.  He tied one of the donkeys to a post on a 30′ line for 3 days. The line became tangled around the animal who was shivering and soaking wet with an eye infection when staff arrived to take them away.  In this case, when the call came in, we had to move very quickly because the owner said that if we didn’t do so, he would euthanize the animals the next day.  Our staff are to be commended highly for their calm, capable deportment in this highly-charge situation.

6 donkeys and a mule.  All are safe, receiving the needed medial care and positive treatment that each deserves.  Costs incurred during these rescues have been very high and it is only with the help of our donors that  we have been able to admit these animals to their lifelong home at the DSC where they will be able to live complete, natural lives.

Sandra Pady, Founder



June 6, 2017

Each year, as Donkey Day (Sunday, June 11) approaches, I marvel that our celebration of the animals is occurring once again.  There are not many happenings in contemporary society that carry on year after year, and that bring so much pleasure to so many people.  It is indeed an afternoon in the country for animal lovers of all ages.

Donkey Day is very important for The Donkey Sanctuary of Canada, being as it is our major annual event that raises much-needed funds used to care for the donkeys and mules.   During the past two weeks, alone, we have taken in 7 donkeys, some from desperate, neglectful environments.  They are safe with us, now, on a new road where they can live healthy natural lives free from pain and distress.  The proceeds from Donkey Day will help to make that happen.

As is the case on every Donkey Day  there will be a multitude of activities for younger and older alike, all occurring on our beautiful farm where most visitors amble around admiring the donkey residents, slowing down a little bit and living in the moment.  There are always smiles all around.

See you on Sunday, I hope!       To purchase tickets in advance:

Sandra Pady, Founder


May 3, 2017

Open Days at the DSC Farm begin this Sunday, May 7th.  We are all looking forward to the return of our visitors whose  enthusiasm for the donkeys is infectious and it is always delightful to watch them with the animals.

Of course, each visitor is unique.  There are those people who walk around, seldom pausing, wanting to take in as much as they can as quickly as they can. Such folk are curious but for all kinds of reasons they are always in motion.  Then there are others, like the man in this picture, who choose to sit awhile, breathing in and breathing out, marvelling at the barnyard scene.  His stillness would have been attractive to the animals.

Left to right in the photo are the donkeys Abigail, Chiclet and Ed, sound asleep.  I expect that the man was enjoying to rub Abigail’s neck and to take in the sweet grassy smell on her forehead.  Chiclet, ever curious, probably didn’t stop for very long while Ed was content to lie down and rest.

We invite you to come by and enjoy the donkeys and mules, too.  And you will enjoy them the most if you can slow down to their pace: breathing out and breathing in, living in the moment.

Sandra Pady, Founder



April 20, 2017

Every year around this time I begin to anticipate the arrival of visitors on Open Days.  Some friends of the donkeys stop by time and again, always with smiles on their faces in anticipation of time to be spent in the rhythm of the animals’ world.  One such person was Merne Childs whom I got to know rather well.  She is deceased, now, but the support that she gave to the Sanctuary continues to this day due to a helpful bequest that she made in her Will.

Merne Childs began to visit the DSC in its early years of operation. She was a widow, living alone in an apartment in Milton, Ontario.  Merne lived a very active life.  She enjoyed to go on bus tours and, at least twice every season, she would come to visit the donkeys in the Sanctuary.

Each year, soon after Open Days resumed in May, we could count on the fact that Merne would arrive early on a Sunday morning. She had several favorite donkeys and she would always be sure to greet them in turn.  Merne had always been  attracted to the gentleness of the animals and during every visit she much enjoyed to sit on one of the benches in the barnyard watching the quiet activity.

One day in the late 1990’s, Merne purchased a winning lottery ticket.  She described with much pleasure her trip to the lottery office in Toronto where she picked up the prize money.  Within a week, she had sent along a special donation and we remember her saying that since she did not need the money it gave her such pleasure to help the animals.

When Merne died, it felt like we had lost a friend.  We had always looked forward to her visits and it was sad for us to think that she would not be around the farm any more.

In Merne’s Will she directed that her estate should be divided among her three favourite animal charities and the Donkey Sanctuary of Canada was one of them.  This most generous bequest formed the basis for the Sanctuary’s investment portfolio.  Its growth will ensure the future care of the donkeys and mules.

We will always be grateful to Merne Childs for her compassionate, far-sighted planning. The bequest that she made continues to help us to this day.

Sandra Pady, Founder



April 14, 2017

Alice, a dappled grey Standard donkey, lived at the DSC for several years.  Although she has since died, Alice made a singular impression on all of us  and every year, around Easter, I am reminded of one of her Palm Sunday visits to an area church.

From time to time calls have come in to the Sanctuary with the request that we take donkeys to local churches to be a part of their Christmas or Easter services. As those of you  familiar with Christian traditions are aware, donkeys are integral to each of these pivotal biblical stories. It was a donkey who transported Mary to Bethlehem before Jesus’ birth and then, for his triumphant final entry to Jerusalem, Jesus chose to ride a donkey.  In our experience, the impact of the recounting of the stories is made much more dramatic when a donkey is present in the church.  Of course, whenever we attend these events we select our most easy-going, adaptable animals to take part and Alice was often chosen.

On the particular Palm Sunday morning of this story, the sun was shining gloriously and there was a tangible freshness to the air. Earlier, Alice’s coat had been brushed to its shining best.  When the time came to depart, she walked in her dainty manner up the ramp and into the trailer.  The trip took almost an hour and when we arrived at our destination Alice walked just as calmly down the ramp, into the parking lot where she stood patiently waiting, as if to say, “Now, what?”

Ahead of us was the 100 year old stone  church. When we approached the building, Alice climbed the steps without hesitation.  Then, however, she came to a full stop before the black rubber mat just inside the doorway.  It took us a moment to appreciate that to the donkey’s eyes, the mat was not solid; instead, it appeared to be a deep dark hole.  We looked around in some confusion and fortunately, we spied several sheets of newspaper lying on a bench nearby.  We covered the mat with them.  Alice looked at this new surface and glided serenely through the doorway.

Inside, the walls of the nave were trimmed with decorative oak wainscoting. The windows were fitted with stained glass while sunshine filtered through the many colours causing rays of blue, red and green to float in the air.  As we stood in the rear, we noted that the pews were filled with worshippers of all ages.

The service began with a procession. When Alice was led up the aisle we could hear the murmurs of surprise, especially from the children in attendance.  She walked up to the chancel and stood quietly off to the side while the narrative was read.  We were very proud of her.  Her presence so greatly enhanced the narration, making it feel closer at hand, more real. Then the minister gave a brief sermon after which the time came for Alice to walk once again along the centre aisle.

By that point in the service, many of the children had moved to the outside edge of their pews so that they might have a better look at Alice. I remember noticing that there was a little boy, about 4 years old, standing half way down, nibbling on a cookie as he waited for Alice to pass.  As she drew nearer to him, the little boy stopped eating and held the cookie at shoulder height while he stared, entranced.  Quick as a flash, never missing a beat, Alice reached over and plucked the cookie from his hand.  His jaw fell open and his eyes widened in surprise while the donkey continued along, munching contentedly.

And there it was. A moment in time: the dark pews, the backs of the congregation, the filtered light shining down the aisle, Alice and the little boy with the cookie in his hand. Memories like this one are better than photographs, I think.  When I close my eyes I can still hear the clip clop of Alice’s hooves on the stone floor as she left the church, enjoying the last of the biscuit.

Memories like this one mean so very much; for me, Alice and the cookie and the hopeful message of Easter are all together in my mind.

Sandra Pady, Founder