A while back I wrote about the power of touch, see the link. When I spoke about it, I referred to our touch on animals. Even though this is true it does go both ways.
About a week ago while driving to work I got a frantic call from Michelle. Our goat Misty was gravely ill. It was dark and raining. Michelle was trying to get her up to the barn to treat her. She had me on speaker phone as she tried to get her to move. Never in my life have I felt so helpless! I begged her to let me come home! She refused saying that was nothing I could do to help. I got to work and Misty was fading fast. I jumped back in the car and called her to say I AM coming home NOW! She then told me that Misty died in her arms and there was no reason to return home.
This news shook me to my core! But as a farmer I knew there was no more we could do for her. It was time to care for the living. I held it together for the day. I did not let myself grieve yet. When I got home I ate dinner and sat down. The floodgates opened. I cried and cried convulsing sobs.
That is when it happened. One by one each of our pets came to me. Each in their own way they touched me. Some snuggled up to me others sat quietly at my side. Each one knew I was hurting and in their own way gave me the power of touch I had given them.
The pain of that dark morning will linger for a long time but so will the touch I was given later that night.
About a week ago while driving to work I got a frantic call from Michelle. Our goat Misty was gravely ill. It was dark and raining. Michelle was trying to get her up to the barn to treat her. She had me on speaker phone as she tried to get her to move. Never in my life have I felt so helpless! I begged her to let me come home! She refused saying that was nothing I could do to help. I got to work and Misty was fading fast. I jumped back in the car and called her to say I AM coming home NOW! She then told me that Misty died in her arms and there was no reason to return home.
This news shook me to my core! But as a farmer I knew there was no more we could do for her. It was time to care for the living. I held it together for the day. I did not let myself grieve yet. When I got home I ate dinner and sat down. The floodgates opened. I cried and cried convulsing sobs.
That is when it happened. One by one each of our pets came to me. Each in their own way they touched me. Some snuggled up to me others sat quietly at my side. Each one knew I was hurting and in their own way gave me the power of touch I had given them.
The pain of that dark morning will linger for a long time but so will the touch I was given later that night.
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