Growing up or growing old?
I seem to have reached a decision on something I really wasn't even aware I was thinking about.
I want Kim, the other person who has a horse here, to take Gia with her when she moves her horse outta here on Monday.
The biggest reason I feel this way is her safety. Bill bitches about both her and the goat-whom I still have not located-he keeps saying we should put Gia down simply because of her age and he also wants the goat to be gone-he smells bad (in Bill's opinion ONLY) and I don't want anything happening to her. Kim is a good young woman and likes Gia and I know she'll be taken care of even better than we could afford to do.
Plus, we're gonna be moving...it'll be less on Eric to have to do...it's just best right now, I guess.
There is one hope for my goat-that he wandered off to the back farm. Very nice people who happen to be from Puerto Rico live there and they have tons of animals, including other goats. If he is there and they want him, I've already decided they can have him. Hey, maybe they'd like the rabbits, too, if I really can't keep them....I'll hafta ask.
Anyway, I'm sorta surprised at myself that this came out so suddenly and so (seemingly, so far, anyway) painlessly. I feel no qualms at all about any of this.
On the other hand, two different people yesterday happened to want one of my cats. One of them wants a specific one and the other guy woulda took any one of 'em. That didn't happen. Ain't gonna happen, either. Outside animals are one thing, I guess, but the house animals that I spend so much time with are another matter altogether.
The only thing that's kinda 'unsettling' me about this whole thing is: am I growing up or growing old?
If it's 'up', fine...if it's old...I need to change that in a huge-assed hurry.
I don't feel old, or think old or act old. Beyond my body not being what it used to be, that is. And, even there I have a strong suspicion that it could be what it was if only I wasn't such a lazy shit.
But...voluntarily getting rid of animals?
This is odd.
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Same thing happened to me when I had to let my horse, Toffee go. It was sooo difficult, and then... it just wasn't, because it was the RIGHT thing to do.
Maybe your heart just knows that this is right thing to do.
Posted by: pam at November 29, 2003 02:22 PM (y5mIX)
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