Black Jack is gone. I left for work after giving him a drink of water. Oh, how I hated to leave him to die alone...but he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by all his friends. There is something especially hard to take about losing a sheep or a goat that has been with me from the beginning. They have names and we all knew each other. They waited for me to come home when I had a little pen in the back yard with just a few critters. Now I have so many I have to struggle to remember their names, and all but a few run away from me. I knocked myself out to keep them when we had to move and I had to locate them somewhere else until I could get this farm. I drove hundreds of miles a week to take care of them all...like a crazy woman. Well, that's an established fact. Matt says we will all be together again someday. But for now I miss them so much.
3 comments:
HUGS!! He was truly beautiful and I'm sure will be sorely missed. He's gone to live with the "other" good shepherd I'm sure!
Java says to give you a big hug -she's lounging on the couch after a hour playdate at the park with two muddy children.
Maggie,
I'm so sorry to hear of Black Jack's passing. I know how difficult it is to lose one of those who have been with you for the longest time. He'll be missed, I know, but he must have many sons and daughters out there to carry on for him!
Fond memories of Black Jack will be a comfort to you some day. I am just one of your many readers who have followed you for only a short time but find myself mourning the loss too.
I love your blog. You have what I would love to have - all the fiber animals.
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