Let each day be lived as an "altar" to LIFE. ? One of the first thoughts upon waking this morning. I am wondering what it could mean.
and then, just after dawn turned into day, i heard that unmistakable call of a Goat in distress. Through the window i could see that they were all up here as usual…where they wait for the morning hay, all staring at something and going out i saw a Goat on her side….legs sticking straight out as they do…..it was Mercy. She was on the incline, back and head on the downside. I don't want to go into detail, there's no point, but i was able to "right" her and she stood, caught her balance and began moving. Two steps at a time, two steps until she got where she wanted to go which was under the table out there where she likes to wait for her daily Zinc gummy which she loves. and she just stood. I sat a few minutes but came back in to finish my tea. and i thought of that sentence as i prepared myself for the worst. She was still just standing there when i went out sometime later to feed. And as i finished throwing the hay, i saw that she had come down…was standing at the periphery of all of them but there..it's a long walk. She has health issues. She's i think 9 years, 10? not young. None of them are except for the two wether boys. and again, with long standing health issues. But she carried on with her day. Had it not been for those moments in the morning, i would not have thought anything was out of the ordinary. I am grateful that i had fair warning of things changing for her. What ever happens now will be more gentle because of this. She is the one of them that i think of as "my" Goat. I love her. So i thought all day about that morning sentence….Let each day be lived as an altar to Life…thought how this will become a part of that, whatever it might mean.
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