Thursday, January 10, 2013

He Went Into the West

Pippin died in the night.

I remained emotionally passive, even as I picked up his stiff form for the last time. Death is bothering me less and less these days. I'm not proud of that fact, but it is a fact nevertheless.

Good bye my sweet Pippin. I hope the ship took you into the West quickly and calmly.


5 comments:

Erin Waterbury said...

I'm sorry. :(

nancy said...

So sorry...

Tayet @ Farm Life at its Best said...

I do find in farming, that as animals die, I react less and less unless it was one of my favorites. It comes with the territory of farming, I guess. RIP Pippin.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry Caitlyn. RIP Pip.

Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry, Caity! ((hug!))
Poor little Pip. :'(

~Krista M.V.