The barn now sits silent and devoid of all activity since the animals have all been rehomed. I walk to the barn and the silence is overwhelming. I can hear the sheep and goats in my mind calling to me and wanting me to speak to them, touch them, acknowledge their existence.
I have thrown myself into my school work. Twelve credit hours is a full-time load and then working 16-20 hours each week pretty much consumes me. It occupies my mind and keeps me from crying for the loss of my beloved creatures. I knew they needed rehoming because returning to school would take all my time. They are better off in their new homes. I hope they get spoken to and treated as they are members of the family. They were here.