Only one of them survived. The younger of the two died today. Although I'm trying not to take it personal, it always is. It's heart wrenching. They're young, innocent and incredibly dependent on the "new mom". I can't help but think that sometimes being taken away from the mother so soon bears physical as well as emotional damage.
Probably he was sick before we brought him home. Possibly I could not have done anything beyond what we were able to do to save him.
I had a good cry today. Seemingly enough for all of the animals lost here on the farm in the last three years. It doesn't get any easier. I just doesn't.
So, in life, we keep some, and we lose some. It's the knowledge that I can still make a difference one calf at a time that keeps the ability to try again on the horizon. It's HOPE.
My mom once had a t-shirt that said: If you don't go IN, you can't find OUT.
Hope keeps me going in. And the other little guy just keeps me going.
1 comment:
Although I realize that death is part of the cycle of life, the passing of life is still heartbreaking. It isn't something that I can easily accept either.
Reading you post and seeing the little guy's picture, brought tears to my eyes.
I hope you are having a better day today.
Liz
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