Sandy was very sick and scared when she was found in the bush at only two weeks old.  My Dad brought Sandy home all cuddled up in his arms. We fed Sandy warm milk from a bottle. Before long she was much better. She slept in bed with my brother and I. Some of my favorite memories are when she would suck on my pinky or thumb. She would also climb on my back to suck my hair! At three months of age, she became to large to stay in the house and my Dad insisted she learn to take care of herself. Finally, she set off with a male lion who kept coming around roaring for her to join him. I’ll never forget my adventures of raising Sandy, my very own African lion!