Registered: June 2006
For dead, that's how we found you in the pasture. A breathing bunch of bones, gnawed by maggots
Against better judgement I so wanted you to recover. In a 3 hour rhythm I watered and fed you,
put you up ,because you were too weak to stand on your own. I carried you from barn to pasture and
back, so you wouldn't be alone but with the other sheep. They say a sick sheep is a dead sheep...
you proved the opposite Ten days, that's what it took you to be able to stand up and walk again. Ten
days in which you learned to trust me so much that I could cut your fleece with scissors without even
holding you - standing like a statue and enjoying the touch. When I sat down in the grass, you layed
down near me as if I were a mother sheep
And no, I'm not the superior helper. The scheme of feeding, the basic care activities, the animal
honesty gave me back as much as I gave to that little brown boy. It gave me rhythm in these sad
days. It helped me look for the happiness of little moments and enjoy the touch of a wet nose
It gave me a mirror how to get back upon my own feet again. A sheep is just a sheep.
But it's also a little soul in fleece.
And sometimes souls meet.
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