On a farm, we often have to cope with grief while the object of our grief is still here.
We are far from unique in this. Lots of people are forced to deal with this when they find out their loved ones have some terminal illness (I’ve faced THAT a few times myself too).
However, on a farm, we are faced with this more often than most.
Old animals can be truly wonderful to live with (and more than a few have taught me important things in their twilight time), but as they approach the end, the lives of our senior critters can weigh very heavily on our souls.
In many ways, watching an old critter fade away is harder than if they die without much warning.
Sometimes on a farm (maybe even often) there is one person who has (or accepts) primary responsibility for all the lives that exist on that farm.
On our farm, that’s me.
This is the first in a series of posts about Arrow, and about grief. Stay tuned for more in the coming days.
If you are at all curious why I named this guy “Arrow”: