As I tend to their needs, I am reminded of the wisdom etched into their weathered faces—the stories they carry, the seasons they’ve witnessed. These gentle souls, once vibrant and robust, now move with a graceful slowness, their hooves tracing the rhythm of time. Their eyes, like ancient wells, hold secrets—the warmth of sunrises, the weight of storms, and the tender touch of human kindness.
In their twilight years, I find purpose. I cradle arthritic goats, and stroke the manes of horses whose gallops once echoed through meadows. Each day, I witness resilience—the way a limping chicken still scratches the earth for hidden treasures, or how an old Texas long horn leans into my touch, seeking solace. Their presence is a testament to endurance, to the beauty of a life well-lived. |
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