When it rains it pours, or so they say. What a nasty string of bad luck we have had. A lot of it is because we try to be good people. So, we tried to save that little kitty only to have to put it down. (In my last post.) Then, another barn cat hat a large litter that somehow found their way into the area where we store the dog and sheep food. Mama cat tried to get in but had to go past the big dogs, and of course, their job is to protect the sheep so they killed her. All the babies died.
A few days later, a little dog found his way to our pasture. People dump dogs all the time around here so we thought we would be kind and keep him. He got along with the guard dogs, sheep, and our little dog so we were feeling good. However, a few days in he attacked and killed our ram and badly mauled three of our ewes. He is gone. I'm not sure I can continue to deal with death this way much longer. Not sure we will continue to raise sheep. I do know we won't be taking in any strays in the future.
The next day, hubby got the call that he has skin cancer.
I do believe that we have events that happen in order for us to learn and to grow. I'm kind of tired of learning at the moment.
The Big A reared its head again when I somehow ordered two of the same Tarot decks. It is something that I try so hard not to do. I sign up for classes I forget to take, buy things I already have, yet forget to get things I need. I balanced the checkbook this morning. A two hour job. Something that used to take a few minutes. But, it balanced. The extra deck will become a gift. Most things can still be dealt with and I'm grateful for that.
Here's a photos of "Buster". He was a cutie. I never got any of the little baby kitties. I suppose I should be more hardened to death living on a "ranch", but I was not brought up here and I think my heart is too soft.
