2024 October 4
I get frustrated when something I worked hard at has come to nothing. It takes different forms for each of us, but mine are lambs I’ve fought to keep alive, but sickness came, and then they wither like a plant. For this particular lamb, I spent time doing nighttime feeding, figuring out how he escaped and fixing the holes. His little life included being abandoned by his mom, and weathering a storm that killed a few of his peers. He walked slowly at the end as his strength ebbed. But when he heard me walking past, he called out nearly every time. His stubbornness and independence annoyed me, but he still looked for me. So I rubbed his head, wanting to ease his suffering. Yesterday, he was silent. And is gone.
