Will I ever get used to death? I suppose I hope I won't. I don't want an animal's death to ever feel okay. But I also, secondarily, wish they didn't quite affect me so much.
We lost a runt in this litter. We have lost one in each litter so I would think I would get used to it.
But I don't. I hate it. I cry. This time we attempted to intervene. We did goat colostrum but the little gal didn't make it.
I asked John if he could please handle taking care of the little pup. He did. He hurried her next to Scrubby up on the hairpin of our farm. We are going to put a little marker.
My kids are constantly learning. So am I. It's a beautiful life,
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