The tiniest of the runts passed away yesterday.
On my watch.
I had been updating the traveling pig-farmer with phone messages. Trying to prepare him
In actuality, I was preparing myself. He knew it was likely. It often is; especially in large litters.
He said it is quite possible a couple more may not make it. The tiniest often don’t thrive. Possibly they are formed incorrectly in gestation – getting slighted a little then, too.
Still. I didn’t like it.
Today, we have a glorious pre-Easter Saturday! The sun is shining. Every where I walk, I can appreciate the gift of new life. Our little farm allows me to be mindful of how precious each life is. The tiniest of lives lost is a powerful reminder to me. Can you even imagine the realization of life resurrected on that very first Easter? The shock? The Glory? The tears and praise?
Happy Easter weekend, friends.