Life and Death
What follows should probably be probably be skipped if you’re looking for knitting content. While this a public weblog, these are private thoughts.
As I sit here contemplating the coming death of my old man Ben, I try to remember all the good parts of his life. Eight of his nine lives were used up one evening when he was less than two years old and was hit by a car. He managed to drag himself home and when I got him to the Vet and discovered how badly he’d been hurt, I was sure he wouldn’t survive. Thirteen years later, he lies quietly on my bed. He’s been a friend when no one else was, asking nothing more than to lie next to me on the couch and be petted. He’s had a good life and a long life.
14 years of raising animals has taught me that all things come to an end. I’ve buried more animals than I’d care to count. Some have died by my own hand. Death is never nice, but I’ve learned to respect death as well as life. Every spring we welcome new life to the farm and no matter how hard the past year has been, the lambs make us glad we do what we do.
Ben has had a good life and I wish him an easy death. He deserves that.
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