Saturday, September 2, 2017

End of an Era

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.
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